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Hello, everyone, and welcome to "I'm Still With the Hockey Hunk"!

This is the special length mid-season chapter of the story, marking the middle point of the second season, tentatively planned to be 28 chapters long. As such, I think it's time for a short little break, so that everyone can take a breather, all the plot threats are gathered, and when I return after a while, there will be more surprises in store for me to unleashes on my readers! *chuckle*

Before that, though, I'd like to think that you will all enjoy this chapter, I had so much fun writing it!

What kind of thoughts has the season brought in you so far? Any comments you'd like to share? Any guesses about where this might be going? Any opinion? All feedback is more than appreciated!

Also don't forget that all votes, faves and watches will help the story to get visibility and attract new readers to enjoy it. Giving any kind of feedback always helps me along!

In the meanwhile, you can all also enjoy my mid-season replacement, the surprise inspiration I have named "My Brother's Best Friend", which has gotten off to a strong start, I think. Take a peek if you haven't yet, and see if it's your thing!

http://www.sofurry.com/page/291510

All that said, it's a cheerio from me, and have a fun read!

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Okay, so I'm not sure just how nice I look wearing a knit winter hat, but I suppose it was a necessary kind of apparel when having to sit in a hall that was basically a giant freezer for keeping the ice from melting. That and my old olive green autumn jacket were what I had decided to wear for my very first time in a live ice hockey game, and I hoped that it was appropriate, not that what I was wearing would be the first thing in my mind.

No, there I was, standing outside the big, white, futuristic and flamboyantly named Hoffman Winter Sports Indoor Pavilion. There was a lot of white-painted corrugated steel and glass and chrome and it generally looked like a big waste of tax payer's money, but I suppose it did the job of providing kids with a place to practice their skating even in the middle of summer...not to mention, give a certain big and nice-smelling Dobie's workplace team a place to have their legendary games at.

I stood there on the curb, watching the big sport palace with curious eyes, while my tail flicked from side to side as I eagerly waited for my real star player to show up. We had agreed to meet on the outside before going in, and a quick check of my clock told me that it was almost time. It wasn't so cold outside, so I was almost overdressed as I slowly paced around and wondered when the expansive form of Victor Holden might fill my field of vision. I felt almost giddy at the prospect of meeting him again, especially now that he had assured to me that his brother Cobb would be carefully held in check and not told about Victor's whereabouts during the evening.

It felt a bit sneaky but necessary, since Cobb was always all too curious about Victor's doings, and I really didn't want to end up between the two brothers shouting at each other and being generally unpleasant, maybe even because of me. I knew that he probably only meant well, but there was such a thing as too much good and trying too much, and I certainly didn't want to cause any sorts of rifts to form between the two brothers. Victor didn't deserve that, especially coming from someone he really didn't know so well yet, since we'd only gone out to...well..one date, one one-night stand, and one coffee date to try and gather the pieces of our earlier Cobb-tastic date. Fantastic.

I didn't much know what to expect about this date either. Sure, the game would probably be fun, since I'd finally get to see Victor on ice, but what was to follow...that was still a bit of a mystery. We did talk over the phone yesterday, a bit, and Victor suggested that we might get a coffee in some nice place afterwards, and maybe just talk...which I was grateful for. I didn't know if it would be such a good idea to have sex again, especially after the trauma of being so rudely interrupted the last time we were having fun together...but why not? It could work, of course it would, hell, we might even go to my place and Victor could stay the night, or at least long enough that we wouldn't want to get out of the bed before dawn. Of course Victor would have to go to work tomorrow, and so did I, but there was never too little time for a good roll in the old hay, so to speak. I'm sure we could have a good time, even if it was brief, as long as there were no interruptions and we could really get into the mood of things. I knew that my place wasn't much to look at, but I did suppose that Victor would at least fit there...hmm...well, he wasn't quite that huge but...

"Hey there!"

My ears perked at the familiar rumbling voice, and following the lead, I turned around to see the tall, broad Dobie standing there about fifty yards away, by the corner of the building. The first thing I noticed besides how Victor he looked was that he was also hauling a giant sports bag with him, as well as a big hockey stick also held in the same paw that held the straps of that oversized blue bag.

My heart leaped, just a little, and my tail made a happy number eight as I hurried over to meet the Dobie, and smiled pretty much goofily by the time we met at the corner of the building. Victor was smiling, too, he was not wearing his glasses, but he still looked great, and cute, too, I guess, and I smiled and flicked my ears and probably generally looked a bit silly as I just stared at him, and Victor's free, heavy paw came over to pat my shoulder, briefly, and he grinned.

"Hey, Rory, how're you?"

"I'm good, thanks," I smiled, "how're you? Wow, that bag is almost as big as me!"

I pointed at his blue monster, and Victor chuckled, and gave it a little wave, as if it didn't weight any more than a bag of groceries or something like that.

"Heheh, well, I gotta get my gear down somehow and this is pretty convenient, and it's not quite so heavy as you might think."

I batted his chest quickly with a gently fisted paw and grinned at my own manly gesture.

"Show-off," I smiled, and Victor smiled, too, and my tail did all sorts of happy looping motions as we simply looked at one another for a little while.

"You even been here before?" Victor asked as he flicked an ear towards the white wall towering next to us.

"Nah, first time," I grinned.

"Yay," Victor smiled. "You're gonna be seeing a lot of action tonight then, that's great!"

I snuffled at his wording, but decided not to make any rude comments for now.

"Well, do you wanna get going, see the place around?" Victor asked me.

"Yeah, sure!"

"Follow me then, "Victor winked, and we made our way into the big ice box through some glass doors that lead into a surprisingly warm foyer.

There was a deserted concessions stand and some closed ticket booths there, as well as big numbered doors I presumed to lead into the actual hall and the rafters. It smelled a bit stuffy there, but at least we didn't stay in the empty entrance hall for too long. Victor made his way over to a smaller door off to the side which said "Authorized personnel only", and to my surprise, he dug out a key from his pocket and opened the mysterious door and led us into a dimly lit, cool corridor that had bare concrete walls.

"This is the way to the locker rooms," Victor enlightened me with a smile as the door banger to a shut behind us and we walked slowly along the empty corridor.

I chuckled and it echoed off the painted grey walls.

"Hahah, a secret passage!" I smirked, already very well pleased and impressed by my Dobie's antics so far.

"This place is like a maze," Victor chuckled as we walked along the corridor for what felt like a hundred yards or so, passing a few doors here and there, until we stopped next to a non-descript steel door.

"This your locker room?" I asked him, curious of whether I was invited in there as well, considering that...well.

"Yeah, sure," Victor grinned as he used his key to unlock the door and he then pulled the door open.

It was dark in there, except for the eerie green glow of the emergency exit sign, but I stepped in to the cool, slightly musky room, soon followed by Victor, who seemed to know how to get the lights on, because after a loud snap the incandescent tubes on the ceiling flickered into life, filling the whole room with cold, white light. It was a small locker room, with a few benches and the needed lockers, of course, and little else, besides a sink and a mirror over it off to one side.

I heard a loud thump as Victor put his bag down to the floor, and he smiled to me, and I smiled back, and he flicked his ears, and I flicked mine, too.

I don't know which one of us moved first, but soon I had Dobie all over and around me, arms, chest paws, whatever, and our lips were mashed together in a big Victor-initiated kiss. I could do little else but moan when his tongue stroked over mine and I clung to his waist with my paws, practically swept off my feet as Victor came upon me and we made out hotly. My eyes were wide open and starting into Victor's those bright, handsome eyes, playful, too, now, as he stroked his paws over my back and held me close to himself and rumbled deep in his chest while the kiss continued.

We were both breathless by the time the kiss broke, with a soft popping noise, and we panted over each other's faces and simply stared at each other, still clutching each other as we stood there, locked into one another with firm arms.

"Sorry, I just...couldn't help," Victor husked against my lips, stroking over my back, slowly, even as he spoke.

"I know," I whispered in a quiet, purring voice, and realized that I was growing seriously aroused and seriously fast, too, and judging by that lump pressing against my belly, I wasn't the only one feeling affected by this sudden kiss in the locker room of all places.

Victor's ears flicked as he looked down to me, a bit taller as he was, and we didn't move for a while, simply help one another, breathed together, stuck in this moment of surprise passion that we weren't quite prepared for.

We kissed again, hard, tongues coming into the play full time. I staggered backwards and found myself pinned against the row of lockers, gently, though, because Victor's knees collided with the bench next to them. I moaned against his muzzle, and Victor responded with a loud groan, and he swiped over my lips with his broad tongue, and panted over my face as he looked me in the eye, deeply, and held me. My tail batted the sides of the lockers and made loud, booming sounds.

"Can I...go down on you?" Victor rumbled, watching me firmly with that wild gaze, and his breaths were loud huffs, over my blushed face and neck.

My muzzle fell open at Victor's suggestion, but by the way my cock was throbbing in my pants, there was no way I was going to refuse any kind of a sexual suggestion coming from the Dobie.

"Yeah," I breathed out, just barely enough time for it, too, before Victor was upon me again, kissing me deeply and making my toes curl with the thing he did with his tongue.

His paws went down over my back, cupping my butt from both sides and he gave me a firm squeeze, making me purr and rumble a little, too, while we kissed for a few more moments before his slick lips left mine and Victor, quite simply, knelt down in front of me.

Victor's paws slipped over my hips and found my belt, and I could only stand there and watch in awe as he unbuckled me and then pulled down my pants and my boxers, to reveal all the pink inches of Rory Junior pushing out of its sheath fully now. The curved length slipped up and slapped against my belly, briefly, before it simply jutted up. The cool air of the locker room brushing against my flesh made me gasp, as much as the feeling of Victor's paws on my hips pushing me down to sit on the bench.

Victor, on the other paw, simply smiled to me and my wide-eyed expression, and since he was so tall, he could still kiss me as I sat there, pants around my ankles, while the big Dobie's paws cupped my thighs.

"Looking great," Victor grinned at me, and then all I could see was the top of his head, as he tipped that long muzzle down and took a couple of inches of me into his maw.

"Ugh!" I let out a loud, deep moan as the hot sensation of his slick tongue and lips washed over me, and my paws quite naturally fell over Victor's neck and the back of his head as he slurped around my lionhood.

His spit was already flowing over my shaft, and Victor seemed to be swallowing around my tip as he made his rumbling way deeper down on me, stopping on occasion to tease my barbs with his tongue.

"Ahhh...!" I couldn't believe how naughty I felt, getting blown like that, by Victor, in a place that almost counted as a public one. He was noisy, he was hot, and he was doing all sorts of great things that kept me panting and wanting to buck my hips up against his downturned muzzle.

Still, his paws were over my thighs, making any sorts of movements impossible for the moment, but I didn't mind, Victor was in charge now, he wanted a muzzleful of Rory and I was happy to provide, and judging by the hot, itchy sensation in my belly, I wasn't going to last too long under this surprise Dobie oral treatment.

"Ahhh Victor..." the locker made a banging noise as I tipped my head against it, purring loudly, simply holding onto Victor's head gently as I let him do anything he pleased with me, as he continued to administer all sorts of tricks at my dripping and twitching cock.

He licked on it, he sucked on it, he made it slip between his lips, sometimes tightly, sometimes loose, but he was always teasing my barbs at one way or another, and that was a sure sign of expertise in giving muzzlejobs to felines. I wasn't sure where exactly he had gained such skills but it didn't matter, they were being used upon me, I didn't care, it was Victor, and he was great, and I was panting and rumbling by now, and the heat only seemed to grow within me.

Victor's hot, wet, rough noises as he gave me muzzle were only adding to the general turn-ons that were filling my senses ever the more by the moment as the hot sex continued. Victor's ears flicked as he listened to me, and all those rumbles sent wonderful vibrations through me, into the core of my being, as he continued to tease me. It'd been a while since I'd had a real blowjob like this, anyway, and I wanted to savor it, but it was too much, it'd been too long...

"Awww...!!"

Damn, I was sure on a hair trigger now, but there was no helping it, my cock twitched one more time and I was there, blasting my cat cum into Victor's hungrily suckling muzzle in sharp ,watery bursts of lion essence over his tongue. I gripped hard on Victor's neck, now, his paws still in place to keep me steady while he kept on sucking me even through my orgasm, strong enough that I was almost seeing stars as the heat took the best of me and I was reduced to a primal state, practically mewling as Victor nursed me in his muzzle.

It took me a while to get my bearings again, and the main reason for it was that Victor slipped his paw about and caught the base of my shaft between two pads to hold it out off my body, and he watched up to me as he slowly let my length slip from his muzzle, and he held my twitching cock in his grip, and grinned at me. Then he licked his lips, and I felt like cumming again right there and there.

"Wow," Victor smiled, and used that very same tongue to lick, quickly, over my top.

"Augh!" I groaned at the sudden contact between my oversensitive flesh, and felt my length twitch in Victor's paw.

His hot breath over it was having the same effect, too, and Victor seemed to know that, too, as he leered at me, an ear flicking occasionally, too, as he smirked.

"Good?"

"Yeah," I rumbled, as my paws fell exhaustedly over to my sides, and I simply sat there, breathing heavily.

"Great," Victor chuckled and treated me to another lick, making me yelp again.

"Where did...ahh..this come from?" I breathed out.

"Felt like it," Victor smirked, hovering only an inch away from my glistening, cum-stained cocktip, as he knelt there, on the cold tiled floor of the locker room of lust.

I shook my head and simply chuckled.

"Well you got me alright," I chuckled, and reached with a paw to stroke over his muzzle, which Victor gladly accepted.

"Uhhuh," Victor chuckled and lapped over my length a few more times, much to my purring amusement, before he let go on me and got up from the floor, standing now in front of me in his full height.

I watched him, now, up along his body, and saw a prominent bulge on the front of his pants as well, and felt a twinge of renewed desire for the Dobie in me was well. Was there time left for me to return the favor and get my muzzle around Victor's jaw-stretching thick length. At least I could have my paw around it, I decided, as I smiled, a bit tiredly, and patted my palm over that big mound in the front of Victor's pants.

"You need some help too?" I smiled, thinking that I could as well just sit here and get busy with him as well, standing up like he was.

I seemed to be thinking all too sexually, though, because even though Victor rumbled and groaned at the firm contact over his erection, he took a hold of my paw and held me, quite gently, and smiled.

"It's almost time to get going, though, I don't think there's time..sorry," he said, and looked a bit regretful.

My ears flicked down, briefly, but I gave him a quick nod, and slipped my paw away from Victor's grip. The Dobie winked, however.

"But you know... I like going to the field a bit...worked up, if you know what I mean," Victor grinned still, as he watched me wriggle my way back into my pants to make myself presentable again, as I gingerly stuffed myself into my boxers and then pulled my pants back up as well.

"Oh yeah?" I spoke, curious now, as Victor smiled to me.

"Yeah," Victor replied in that really husky voice again. "So...maybe if you're still in the mood after the game...we might...you know..."

My cock resumed its twitching, now inside my boxers, as I imagined what could happen between me and a Victor all hot and sweaty and most of all, bothered, after a good, rough hockey game that'd leave him very much wanting a certain lion's company. I wasn't sure how I was going to manage sitting there all boned up throughout the game thinking about that, but it was certainly worth it, I decided.

"Yeah," I grinned as I got up to slightly wobbly paws and stood there, and Victor came over to me, put a paw over my chin and kissed me, again, though softer this time, and I purred.

"Thanks," Victor grinned, that really nice smile of his, and nuzzled my cheek. "And besides...you taste great."

I chuckled roughly at his comment as was already about to grope the front of his pants again when we suddenly heard noises, ear-flicking noises.

It sounded like voices, and laughter, and chatter, and my eyes flicked over to Victor's, who didn't seem to be too worried about it.

"That's probably the opposing team coming in," he chuckled. "I think we better get going, though..."

I pouted a little at the fact that our private time together was to be cut so short once more, but with the promise of further fun ahead of us, I could take it, I thought, and gave him a nod.

"Okay," Victor smiled back.

Victor picked up his big bag and we waited for a minute or so, before he took a peek through the doorway and then pushed it wide open so that we could step out into the corridor again.

"You can get to the seats from the foyer, the doors are open, because it's not a real game night, so just go and take a good seat, we're going to start around six sharp, so enjoy," Victor grinned. "Though I'm afraid they're not selling hot dogs tonight."

I chuckled.

"Well, maybe I'll make do," I smiled.

"We can meet up in the foyer after game, okay?"

"Sure," I assured him, and with another smile exchange, we parted, and I made my tail-flicking way back into the foyer, wondering at just how interesting this evening with Victor had already been so far. There was a pleasant throb in my pants as I walked, carefully, so as not to make a mess of myself inside my boxers, as I followed a moose and a bear through one of the dark doorways.

It was huge, or at least it seemed like it, and I couldn't tell just how many people this stadium could seat, but there was a full-sized rink there, and seats rising on all sides. Bright lights only high-lighted how white the ice was, and glared off the white sides of the rink and the Plexiglas on the penalty box below. I didn't see many spectators around, maybe a dozen altogether, including me and the moose and the bear who sat down pretty high above. I decided to down a few extra rows and sat right next to the stairs, and made myself comfortable. It wasn't too cold, really, my breath didn't exactly steam, but it was still cool, of course as it had to be, and I probably wouldn't have to worry about freezing my newly rained balls off while watching Victor have his kind of fun.

I only had to sit there for a couple of minutes before the doors below opened and furs in full ice hockey gear began to zoom out to the field on their skates. There was a mixture of red shirts and black shirts, signifying the different teams, and by the time a particularly large and tall fur with a white number 6 on his red shirt came over on ice, I knew that I was rooting for the red team.

For a while everyone seemed to be getting their ice paws on again, as they zoomed around, making circles and number eights and skating backwards and generally just having fun chasing each other around the field while waving big, phallic hockey sticks in front of them. Victor seemed to be fully into it as well, cavorting with the guys, so to speak, I guess his teammates were also his friends and colleagues from work, since he had told me that this was how they winded out after long days in the office.

It didn't seem to be such a serious affair until they all lined up briefly for some inspiring chants and yells and batting the ice with their sticks, before they took their places on the field. I found out that Victor played defensive, which made me smile, as I watched the big Dobie skate over to his position and prepare for the onslaught from the black team. It did seem like a proper place for the big Dobie, who could simply crush all the opposition in his way while protecting the goal from the enemy, the black team of doom, whom I was instinctively disliking already, because they dared to come into the way of Victor Holden, my Dobie.

A horn was blared and the game began. Even though Victor had assured to me that it was for the fun of it, it still seemed serious enough by the time they were getting busy tackling each other, furs slamming to one another at bone-crushing speed, it felt to me, as they flew over the field. I do confess that I mostly followed Victor, so the game was something of a blurry for most part, as I only had eyes for the Dobie who was probably having the time of his life as he tried to keep the black team from scoring.

The big running numbers on the scoreboard told me that it was around ten minutes into the game before the first goal was made, some black teamer who looked like a wolf to me, getting past Victor and the other red defender with some sort of a feint and slamming the puck into the goal net. Team Victor seemed to regroup for a strategy meeting afterwards, and as they made a big teambuilding whoop and returned to the field, I knew that this was going to be a serious game. The red Team Victor seemed to gain more resolution from the threat of the scoreboard situation of one-nil in the opposing team's favor, and before five more minutes had passed, a red player I presumed to be a fox had managed to score it up to one-one.

I'd never watched very much hockey, nor knew all the rules, but it was still pretty fun a thing to see going on live, right in front of me. I wanted to whoop and clap my paws whenever something exciting happened, but in hall that could held thousands and now only had few of us there, it might have drawn unwanted attention, and I decided to be just a good boy and sat there all daintily and watched.

It seemed that everyone was in a pretty good shape, too, because they didn't seem to get all that winded even when they had played half an hour, and the score was up to 2-1 for Team Victor, and the black team was really coming in hard now, only to collide in the wall of flesh that was formed by Victor and some fur who had to be bear, coming at full speed and full mass at anyone trying to breach over to their goal zone.

Victor sure did look like he belonged there, being the watchdog, hahah, as he tacked off some feline dude trying to make a run for it with the puck, only to be intercepted and shot down by Victor flying at him. Both of them smacked down to the ice but got up without much of a pause, and even though the referee did came over briefly to check that everything was okay, they just kept on going as hard and fast as before. I couldn't stop smiling at it, too, as I watched Victor tackle a black team member and again save the goal. The big red numbers raced, slowly towards the inevitable, and by the time it hit 60 minutes and the buzzer was sounded to signal that the game was over, and Team Victor had won 2-1, against the black team. I did clap, now, happily, my tail flicking as I celebrated Victor's victory, not in small part thanks to Victor, I thought.

The two teams lined up again and every shook paws, as the two teams greeted each other after the game, before everyone seemed to be going back over towards their lockers rooms, except for the big number six, who skated over to the edge of the rink.

"Rory!" that was Victor yelling to me, and I was grinning madly as I got up to my paws and quickly descended the stairs and entered into the box, to come face to face with the big Dobie.

Victor's face was lined with trickles of sweat, revealed to me as he took of his helmet and held it under his arm as he watched me, smiling broadly, panting heavily, and smelling ever so musky as he grinned boyishly, obviously joyful over their win.

"Woo!" I smirked, my ears flicking wildly as we looked at one another. "That was great!"

"A pretty good game," he huffed, almost nonchalantly, as he cooled down post-game. "The team's pretty good, though, they didn't give us an easy time."

"So it seemed, but you crushed them," I grinned toothily, my tail waving happily behind me as I leaned against the edge of the rink.

"We kicked some butt alright," my favorite Dobie grinned broadly.

"You did!" I smiled.

Victor tugged off one of his huge protective gloves and rubbed his palm quickly over his sweaty face, and snuffled.

"Some of the guys are going to hit a bar nearby to celebrate," he began, " but I think we could maybe slip away, you know, go somewhere a bit more private..."

I smiled and nodded happily.

"Of course, I'd really like that," I smiled and flicked my ears enthusiastically.

"Great, I'm...so glad you've enjoyed your time so far," Victor grinned.

"How could I not?" I winked, knowing that the fun so far had been exceptionally fun alright, and if there was anything I could do about it, I was certainly going to make sure that Victor, too, would soon get a very pleasant surprise as well.

"Hey, Victor!" a voice called out, across the ice, and past Victor's head, I saw a black-shirted fur coming right in, skating leisurely over the field until he reached us and stopped next to the big Dobie, and began to take off his helmet.

"Hi!" Victor smiled and flicked his ears in greeting at the newcomer. "How're you doing?"

The black team member pulled off his helmet and revealed tuff-tipped ears and a mottled muzzle belonging to a very familiar youthful face.

"Just great, thanks, Victor! That was quite the game!" Haakon said, smiling a big cat smile at my big Dobie, before he turned to face me.

"And hi, Rory! What a surprise to see you here too! I can't believe that you know Victor!" Haakon beamed.

* TO BE CONTINUED IN THE SECOND HALF OF THE SECOND SEASON OF "I'M STILL WITH THE HOCKEY HUNK, COMING SOON!*

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There we go!

What do you think? A satisfying gruffhanger in the making?

Stay tuned for more adventures in the near future!

Cheerio y'all!