So This Funny Thing Happened and Then This And Then...
#34 of Hockey Hunk Season 4
S04E22
Hehhey, muffins, and welcome to The Hockey Hunk! It's Monday again, and Monday means more fun furry drama for y'all - from yours truly! It might be a winter break in Finland at the moment, but that doesn't mean there isn't time to write some more Rory action...so here you go! I hope that you'll enjoy the read, and that you'll lavish me with comments, votes and faves - all of these will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well.
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"Hmrrrmmrrmmrrrr....hmmrmrrmrr...murr...."
Well I'll be!
Big, padded fingers popped open the top button on my shirt, and then skillfully parted the cloth before lips and a nosepad pushed between the folds and nuzzled against my purring neck. The hot sensation prompted me to flop my head back and grab onto the back of Victor's own shirt, grabbing a hold of it as I purred out my approval on the sensation.
"Hmmmmmrr..."
Victor sure wasn't sparing his vocal resources either, though once he had gotten his whiff of lion scent, he tipped his head up and kissed me instead, drawing me into a pleasant little tussle of tongues and lips that ended all too soon, it seemed, and yet I was content to just lay there, let my tail hop about, rub the pleasant curve of Victor's back, and enjoy the feel of his breath tickling my whiskers.
"So tell me more," Victor murmured. His fingertips played with the gentle tuff of fur on my chest, through the hole he had created by opening the second button from the top as well. It was no surprise that the touch encouraged further rumbles from me. "You said that you were glad that the Alex guy is not going to be there for long anymore."
I chuckled a little, my tail flicking about, and I deployed its tuft towards Victor's outstretched legs for a little tickling mission while my paws were busy tracing the shape of the big Dobie's shoulder blades. Victor replied with a grin, and flicked his ears.
"Ohhhhh yeeeeaah," I murmured, my voice a nice, feline slur, and it wasn't just the Dobie proximity talking, "since I'm coming back work, and the Stepford Center outlet is running low of manpower because Alex has been working at the downtown store, he's going to return there starting next week."
"You sound pleased," the warm hunk of a man spoke from my side, watching me from a perfect nose-to-nose distance, should he decide to tilt his head just a little more.
"He's a bit of a pawful," I replied as I got my own pawfuls of Victor, going as low as I could on his back, to feel further curves and nice, solid firmness.
Smooch. The woeful days of Alex seemed so far away even now, with soft, naughty canine lips playing with mine. I almost blushed when the thick, swooping tongue explored my gums in a keen sweeping fashion. My smart black work pants were starting to feel tight for that.
"Sounds like everyone at work is a pawful for you," Victor observed.
I wrinkled my nosepad a little at his cheeky expression upon saying that, but I was smiling nonetheless. Victor's fingertips traced little circles over my chest.
"Well there's Alex who insisted I tried dancing the paso doble with him the other day..." I mused, "and Crystal is snarking about her lack of a boyfriend...and asking Mason whether he knows any nice frat boys she could go on a date with..."
At least I didn't have that trouble. Dobie kisses were n high demand, but easily acquired, with a little tilt of my head and a nice, smooching brush of my lips onto Victor's. He replied eagerly, fighting my tongue into an easy submission with his own, bigger appendage. My breathing was noticeably heavier once we were finished...for now.
"...not to mention that Mason's been acting weird around me since I found that picture of him and Haakon kissing, and I guess now he thinks I'm acting different around him or something..."
"Are you?" Victor asked the fair question.
"I try not to," I replied, watching the Dobie's curious eyes carefully. "At least I think I'm not...I've no reason to, I think, I mean..."
"...you think it's everyone's own private business, and you intend not to interfere," he spoke, cutting me off with words for once instead of other things one could do with one's muzzle.
"Yeah," I flicked my ears as I expressed my agreement with Victor's statement of my general opinion, "that's what I think..."
Victor licked his lips and rumbled deep in his chest, and I found another button suddenly flicked open on my chest.
"That Haakon guy seems awfully kissable..."
I harrumphed.
"Don't YOU of all furs start," I gave his back a little poke with my thumb, "he's already got both Crystal and Marge ogling after him whenever he visits, and Marge said that she almost had a sleepless night over his Facebook picture gallery."
Victor flicked his ears and chuckled.
"That's quite the think coming from someone expecting a baby with her boyfriend, isn't it?"
I shrugged.
"Well I don't know too much about heterosexual mating rituals," I replied, "But I understand it's okay as long as she only looks and doesn't touch...though she did grab Alex's butt the other day..."
Victor's eyes flashed.
"Worth it?" he asked.
I wanted to roll my eyes at the comment, but I decided against playful indignation and went for extra teasing instead.
"Well if you're into firm bubble butts in tight pants," I replied, sliding my paws lower along his back again.
"I could be tempted," the Dobie stated.
I reached the maximum extent of my arms, which meant that my curling fingers only reached the small of Victor's back, not even the upmost curve of his own nice buns, but I had to content myself with that for the moment, and hope that he got my message there. I vastly preferred his manly humps to what Alex packed, even though the eye candy value of that black Lab was unquestionable. My accidental vision of the said posterior while naked was a haunting sight indeed.
"Oh really now?" I cheeked at Victor's cheeky comment about cheeks, my pads still in vain trying to reach his rump.
"Definitely," Victor replied before kissing me soundly.
His sneaky actions with my buttons bore results now, since during out latest liplock, he managed to slip his paw under the cloth of my short and rub my chest, back and forth, feeling over my purring and rumbling chest with his warm fingers and palm. He was gentle, warm, questing with his paws as much as with his lips and tongue, making a gentle mess of my own. Extra nice.
"Mason's learning German, too, nowadays, it seems," I mumbled, smacking my nicely tingling lips. "I heard him speaking it to himself in the back room, and he jumped a bit when he realized I was there."
"Were you spying on your workmate?" Victor chuckled.
"I wasn't!" I exclaimed. "He just didn't know I was there until he noticed me, and he looked a bit guilty and said he was busy getting some Game of Thrones books from the storage."
"Still a strange thing to keep a secret," Victor noted. "He could've asked your help or something, maybe."
"I think he's avoiding me," I said, though I found it quite difficult to be upset about the knowledge with the amount of Victorian attention upon my hide.
"Maybe," Victor opined, "but that's a silly thing to do. I'm sure he'll come around."
"It'll be hard to be his boss in the future if he keeps avoiding me..." I mumbled.
Victor's spare paw stealthily slipped along my side and then made the bold leap over my hip, to cup the somewhat noticeable protrusion of Rory Junior nestling there. The Dobie grinned at the feel of my boner, sure, and caused me to rumble and tilt my hips a little, once the really good feelings emerged with the pressure of his fingertips around my cloth-enclosed lionhood.
"Seems that you're a pretty hard boss already, Rory," the Dobie winked.
Heh. I slipped my own paw over his and gave his wrist a squeeze, which he responded by doing something with his thumb that felt mighty nice rubbing against my tip. I almost gasped, and my tail definitely made a good performance of attaining an erection while I purred openly. Victor seemed to be pleased by the response and repeated the move, much to my renewed pleasure. The kiss he initiated went on for a while, too, and by the time he finished, we were breathing quite heavily, and his paw hadn't moved anywhere from my package. I wished I could get my own paw onto some intimate part of him like this, such as the heavy lump pressing against my hip, but I couldn't quite manage it from this particular angle. We might have to swap positions in a while.
"I don't really want to be a hard boss, though," I said, still holding onto a semblance of our conversation, no matter how far we were gone onto each other, rather than the chit-chat about our respectable work days, " I just want to get the job done."
"And you will, of course you will," Victor rubbed his fingers through my mane, "I'll help you with the bookkeeping, if you like..."
"Thank you," I smiled.
Victor's fingers moved over the taut fabric and cupped the roundness below my swollen sheath, bringing out another rumble and a moan from me, and another squeeze of my paw on his arm, feeling him up in my own way while he fondled me fondly and really made those pants seem like a worse and worse an idea as the moments tickled by.
"I do expect to be paid in kind, though," the Dobie spoke, his face assuming a somber expression.
My eyes widened a little, and it wasn't just the comment, it was also the thorough squeeze my balls received upon the same moment, and I was sure to give him a little playful battering as soon as I could get my paws properly on him - being pinned under a 200-pound Dobie, even partially, was hampering my capabilities of attack for now, let alone the shock in my system from his rougher than usual humor. Rory Junior was jubilant.
"Do I need to make an advance payment?" I asked, trying to attain that same serious tone he had used before, though I knew I was failing by the feeling of the corners of my muzzle twitching from my smile, "Maybe make a...deposit?"
Damn that was bad...oh damn...but his ears were flicking alright...band-aids or not...and a lewd grin spread over that long canine muzzle that almost reminded me of Cobb...
...and I SO wasn't thinking about COBB when I was in bed with Victor...no...no...NO...
No, no, no...
Well, it suddenly became a yes, yes, yes, with Victor's eager kissing, and my paws slipping under the hem of his T-shirt, and our bodies were soon grinding together nicely, even if Victor didn't quite dare to simply roll on top of me, since we were both a bit...touchy yet, well in the know about each other's mending bits. That didn't stop us from reaching each other's nicer bits, though, and it didn't take too much time before my shirt was buy a rumpled memory on the floor, and the same could be said about Victor's "OFFICE WATCHDOG" extravaganza.
Victor sprawled himself down on the bed, and I took my turn to run my paws over him, now, his chest, his sides, all the way to his hips that were still hugged by some pants I intended to remove soon. The canine musk emanating from them was more than enough to keep me going, let alone the chance to rub my paws all over his hunky form. His recuperation hadn't eaten it all away, I noticed once again, the fine bulk was still there, to be felt under my palms, my squeezing fingers, beneath the soft skin and fur, his rumbles a nice reminder that he really enjoyed what was going on, and wanted me to keep going, too. His paws were hardly idle, either, since he was rubbing my own naked sides and back while I tended to his warm hide...until more mischief took me, and I grabbed his wrists.
"Up," I grinned, pushing his paws well above his head.
Victor gave me a curious look, but complied.
I dived for his armpit, then, nuzzling through the musky, ticklish furs there, not licking like the good kittycat I was, no, I wasn't quite that keen on it, but giving my best in snuggles for his sensitive , nice-smelling skin was enough to get him rumbling and even calling my name. I gave him grin when I swapped armpits, so to speak, and remembered to rub my chin against his broad chest while I moved from side to side, and gave the same treatment to the underside of his€€ left obediently held arm. I felt his paw come down after a moment, though, when I had my eyes closed and I was simply concentrating on savoring the much-liked manly musk of Victor's, his paw came down and ruffled my head furs and moved down to play with my mane while I played with him.
"Hope I wasn't too ripe," Victor chuckled when I traded my musk play for some good old French kissing, straddling the Dobie as much as I could.
"Just perfect," I breathed, well aware of the insistent pressure of my hips against his own, sharing out the experience of our aroused dicks rubbing together, giving those little jolts of pleasure and warmth with every move we made.
"Heheh."
Our kissing was interrupted only for the brief moment that it took us to wriggle out of our pants, and then it was just skin and fur and lots of paws going everywhere, and I found it very difficult to worry myself with a single thing from work, not now when Victor's paws were all over me, and I was all over him, and I thought that things were going pretty nicely indeed...no complaints in the world. Why would there? I felt on top of the world.
"You know what we could do?" Victor interrupted me, after an undetermined time of kissing and some light-hearted frotting.
"Surprise me," I husked close to his grinning muzzle.
Victor gave me a heated look, his paws feeling ever so nice on my hips.
"You up to some mutual muzzle action, eh?"
Rory Junior twitched in agreement even before I managed to utter a quick "yeah" that led into Victor giving a playful smack onto my right ass cheek and telling me to saddle up. It was not a very graceful movement I did, climbing off of him and twisting and turning myself, careful not to smack Victor with my tail as I scooted up and presented my hindquarters to him while my own attention turned to the pink monster standing in proud attention. The musk filled my nose and almost made me salivate, and I wasn't even exaggerating things, saying that, as I licked my lips and observed the straining, pulsing flesh for a couple of delicious moments before...
"Hmmmm.." Victor commented, his paws massaging my rump cheeks, prying them apart a little before he let the muscles snap back into status quo. I purred and felt my length pulse again, and knew that I might not survive too much of this kind of game. I had to act quickly, thus, and grinning widely, I grabbed a nice hold of the base of Victor's cock and lifted that magnificent thing up from his belly and aimed it for my slowly opening maw.
"Oh you're a big boy aren't you..."
I was even sure where that came from, honestly, but I found myself slurring out the cheek-blushing compliment before I stuffed my maw with a whole lotta Dobie, and felt my cheeks bulge, proverbially, when the blunt tip brushed against the roof of my maw.
"UMPH!"
Victor moaned.
Well, so maybe I was a bit eager, going at it like that, taking almost all of him in a single gulp, but my adventurousness was soon rewarded with some more happy grumbling from the Dobie when he felt my lips close around his shaft, and I gave him a good, slow suckle to welcome him into Hotel Gliese for an afternoon hot coffee of debauchery. I curled my fingers around the underside of his nice, thick knot, too, knowing that the Dobie was partial to that feeling, and enjoyed the fleshy throb against my own palm while I tasted him on my tongue, and had him fill my nose as much as he filled my muzzle at the moment.
"Aahhhhhdaaamn..."
The Dobie's response was encouraging enough, and considering any gagging response from yours truly, I knew I was doing a good job on both accounts - Victor was getting nice head, and I got to enjoy the subtleties of a curiously shaped canine penis slipping between my lips as I started to gently bob my head up and down over his leaking, pleasantly flavored tool. Victor grumbled and rumbled and made all sorts of hot sex noises, and I purred around the flesh inside me, now, to add another thrill.
Now he almost barked.
Well, it had been going as 34.5 for some time now, but Victor certainly wasn't forgetting what dangled in front of his own face. My purrs only intensified when his lips began to nibble and gently play with my tip, his fingers seemed to be everywhere, too, rubbing my rump, my things, teasing my balls, even going up and down the crevice between my cheeks and ringing the back door bell, how matter briefly, making me react to that nice sensation as well, with a little moan. I was quite muffled, of course, but he knew that I was enjoying myself - with a treat like Victor, of course I was, and it was sheer, joyful pleasure, when the hot warmth engulfed me as well, and my trembling hips flexed, to drive myself in.
I'm not sure about you, but I've always found it to be quite kinky, that particular sexual act. Not to muzzlejob itself, that's quite vanilla and a favorite activity, but doing it simultaneously with your partner always made my blood heat up in a special way. Maybe it was all the musk going in, all the opportunities to touch your partner, or the naughtiness of having your muzzle stuffed with cock, the seeping fluids over my tongue, or the racing my heart as I enjoyed the slow, deliberately pumping of that meat between my lips..
...but I suppose it was the sheer animal quality of it all, in a way. It was kinky, you weren't supposed to do that, were you know? You ate and spoke with that muzzle, not put it onto someone's musky genitals. And you couldn't speak, neither one of you could, because you were at it together, both busy doing that same naughty thing to each other, reduced to communicate via grunting, or the odd thrust of your hips, to get a bit of extra fraction.
His knot pulsed firmly in my maw, and it felt like it was growing a bit bigger, too, as his arousal grew, approaching its peak, I hoped, already looking forward to the musk that would inevitably follow. My own balls seemed to be pressing against Victor's nose as he took me in to the hilt and swallowed around me, creating strange, deep suction.
And wasn't that finger suddenly all so wet and pressing into me, dwelling into my body, trying to...
"HHMphphphp-..."
I squeezed gently on him, and made a swirl with my tongue around his tip, coaxing more rumbling from him that got me straight through the core, making my body tense, my balls tingling by now.
My poor...blessed prostate...ahhh..my hips just wouldn't stop flexing....ahhh....ahhh...oh yes...
Victor's index finger inside me, his lips, tongue, and his warmth around me, his body beneath me, hell, his cock inside my muzzle fired up pleasure centers in my abdomen, in my spine, everywhere, as the tingle intensified, and I felt the urgent need to simply lift my head up and roar out my pleasure, because that's what was happening, my body coiled down upon itself, and I was coming, quickly, sharply, hot spurts draining down into Victor's muzzle, I knew, as my back curved and I made sure not to accidentally bite on Victor's own heavily pulsing, leaking meat that was just...just about...
Oh yes. I knew, by the tensing of his body, by the heavy throb of his knot that he was close, as close as I was, even as he was still nursing on my twitching cock, I knew that he was there...he was....hmmm....oh yes...just a little more...damn....aahhh damn that felt strange, cumming with something inside my ass...his finger pressing against some muscles I didn't know about unless they were involved in a game of tug of war with something pushed inside me...against my prostate...forcing extra fluids and extra pleasure out of me...could almost make you lightheaded...
Sluuuurp.
Another tilt of my muzzle, and there he was, spewing into me, spending himself with abandon, rumbling, gripping on my body, taking a hold of me, making sure I wasn't moving away from him as I received his offering, listening to Victor as he enjoyed being alive, with me, being a male, with me, exploding, tensing, and relaxing, spectacularly reaching abandon before things became calm again...momentarily.
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