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Hello,

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and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! We're back in business after Friday's short chapter, and now, for something different, I think - I've been thinking a lot about this, and I do hope that you'll be intrigued...and leaving me some comments once you're done, of course, because your feedback is always adorable! As always, do remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories as well!

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It was cloudy today, which meant that the rented car's air conditioning didn't have to struggle to keep us from sweating our assess off, a nice change from our outbound trip yesterday. Zooming down the interstate now was...heh...like a breeze!

"...I sweat, if Cobb has cooked dinner, I'm gonna give him a most polite no," Victor grumbled next to me, and a quick glance to his direction told me that he was rubbing his tummy. "Uhhh..."

"Sorry," I snuffled, "mom really likes feeding...so does dad..."

"An entire Sunday roast for the road..." Victor chuckled, "do furs still really do that?"

"Mom and dad do, sometimes, I guess," I replied, "it's not like there's anything to complain...I mean...it wasn't preceded by Sunday church or something..."

"Thank God," Victor chuckled.

"Theheh," I snickered.

"Mom and dad don't really do it," I said, "maybe at Christmas, because mom's parents certainly go, and...I suppose they want to show a good example to Justin..."

The Dobie harrumphed.

"I doubt any amount of good example can save your brother's immortal soul," he said.

"How terrible of you," I smirked.

"Thank you," Victor blew me a kiss.

I smiled back to him, and pressed on the brake a bit, since the pick-up driving ahead of us decided to slow down for absolutely no reason at all, which meant I had to cut down the speed as well.

Victor burped.

"Damn...I should've had Pepto-Bismol or something..."

"Well it can't be that bad," I said, "I hope..."

"Maybe my stomach's been overloaded with fatty food recently thanks to Cobb," he mused.

"Could be."

"Poor guy," he said, "must be climbing the walls still..."

"I'm not surprised," I chuckled, "I mean...first gay experience and all..."

But then I added...

"I suppose?"

Victor laughed.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to re-enact that scene from his favorite movie afterwards," he said.

"Huh?"

"You know, in that Ace Ventura movie he likes, when Ace realizes he kissed a man, he goes to the bathroom, burns his clothes and cries in the shower."

I'd totally imagined that if it wasn't for the fact that envisioning Cobb naked in the shower was a big no-no, I decided, and shook the thought out of my mind.

"That's harsh."

"It's true," he said, "he'll probably be looking for signs of infection now or something."

"Infected with gay?" I suggested.

"You know how he is," Victor said.

"I have a hunch," I said.

"Yeah," he rubbed his muzzle, "not sure how I'm going to talk him out of freaking out again and again..."

"Want me to help?" I proposed, tempting fate.

"Thanks, but I think it's something I have to do on my own," he said, "I don't think he can tolerate more gay than me for the time being."

"Hope you can help out that guy Tate, too," I said, "sounds like he had it pretty bad for your brother."

"I've been thinking about it a lot now, you know," Victor shook his head, "and I just can't think of anything at all...I mean, not a single hint...you know..."

"I know," I said, "some are really good at hiding it."

"Kinda feel bad about it," Victor said, "if I'd told him when he visited...you know...maybe he could have...opened up and didn't have to go on doing a stunt like this and mess things with Cobb..."

"You don't have to blame yourself," I said quickly, "obviously he had no idea you're gay, and vice versa, and...and...you both had your reasons not to talk."

It's not like I had much going for me that made it especially...hmm...good for me to say such things, considering how much I'd messed things up in my own way, not saying the things I was supposed to when I really needed to...but maybe, if I could help Victor...maybe I'd figure out how to sort things out otherwise as well, with some other furs.

Yeah...

"It's still embarrassing," Victor said, "I could've prevented this from happening."

"The best you can do now is to help your brother to sort it out," I said, "and Tate too, since what he obviously needs now is a friend..."

"I can try, of course," Victor said, nodding quietly, "but how to sort it all out, I'm not really sure yet..."

"Just deal with Cobb first?" I suggested.

"I've been dealing with him for a long time," Victor chuckled, "nothing new there. This is just...weird."

"It'd be weird for me too," I said.

"Hope you won't mind if I vent a bit to you when this is all over?" he looked at me.

"Of course I won't mind," I smiled a little. "I'll be here."

Victor patted my shoulder.

"Thanks, Rory," he said, "that's great."

"Sure," I smiled softly.

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We almost ran the stairs up to my floor and my apartment, me dragging my bag, Victor just...being Victor, I suppose, all hunky and smiling by the time I dug out my keys and got us in to my familiar-scented, small place.

He had his paws on me even when I turned around to get the door locked...which was much more interesting than usual, what's with warm Doberman paws groping my ass. I harrumphed good-naturedly and sniped him with my tail, over his thighs and legs, and got a lot of deep rumbling from the handsome Dobie.

"Hmmm..." he nuzzled my neck, "no way I'm gonna go back to Cobb without relaxing a bit first...."

Was there ever a chance that I was going to refuse an erotic proposal by Victor? It'd come almost out of the blue, I mean, we'd been approaching the town limits of good old Kirk City, turning to the circular when he'd said...

"Rory?"

"Yep?"

"Mind if I stay for a bit at your place? There's some time left before I have to return the car."

"Ohhhh?"

"Oh yes."

Well...what a cheeky Dobie he was...I have to admit, my pants were getting progressively tighter during the final twenty minutes of the drive, and now...falling back into his arms...,murmuring, myself, listening to his deep breaths and feeling their warmth...it was all pretty damn nice. Sure we'd kissed and cuddled all weekend, including a rather nice bedtime that threatened to get out of paw but...we were proper...having sex with my parents only a few yards away didn't really appeal to either of us, so we just let it be...but now, now that it was jus the two of us, and in private...we couldn't keep our paws away.

I managed to turn around to face him, and the kiss that followed was hot...oh yes...he tasted of chewing gum, which was strangely good, and his tongue soon had put that minty flavor all over my muzzle, too. I ran my paws over his back and grabbed his rump, and he did the same, too, for my own buns, massaging them while my long rail swishing around eagerly. The weekend of teasing...being in his presence and having to constrain myself for the fear of freaking out my family had taken its toll, and now I was going to take everything back, and then some.

Victor took us to the couch and sat down, and I straddled him, so glad that my legs were back to full working order now, there was no twinge of pain from rolling my hip and putting my knees around his waist while sitting on his lap and getting muzzle happy. We chuckled and swapped saliva and stroked each other's bodies, and I unbuttoned his shirt while he helped me pull mine over my torso, and that made for bare chest, and more fun for our paws, going everywhere, now. He rubbed my spine, and I dipped my head down and went to town on his right pec, licking over his nipple before biting it...damn, I could really get used to this...hearing him growl and grumble, and enjoy...

"Hmpmmpprr.rr..."

"You like?" I panted, my cheeks pleasantly warm, my pants full, and with Victor's paws playing with the base of my tail, his favorite spot, really, and I had no complaints.

"Wouldn't have thought you like tits so much," Victor grumbled, with a grin.

I cupped as much of that pectoral in my paw as I could, and chuckled, baring my teeth just because I could.

"When they're hot and solid like this...yeeeees please," I said.

"I'm getting flabby," Victor harrumphed, "need to get it back together again...gotta hit the gym more..."

My dirty, naughty mind imagined Victor pumping the iron in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap, and that was enough for me to endorse his idea full-heartedly.

"Yes please," I chuckled before going to bite and nibble on his left man-nipple instead.

"Ohhmhmhm..."

I took that as a yes, and kept going at it for some time until Victor told me to roll over, and got up from the couch.

"I'll just pop by the bathroom...and then I want some proper action," Victor winked as he smiled, "you might wanna get ready too..."

"Hurry," I replied.

Oh damn...I was purring with each breath, going around the apartment, indeed...while I heard water run in the bathroom, I was removing my clothes and gathering the few necessary supplies...a towel there, a packet of condoms and lube from the kitchen drawer...hmm...maybe I needed a more convenient storage place for those, now that there was actually a more frequent prospect of putting them to use...heh...whatever, soon I had everything laid out, and myself, too, naked on the bed, because I had the distinct feeling we were both beyond much teasing. I resist the urge to stroke myself, too, and simply laid there...waiting...and didn't have to wait for too long, thankfully, for he appeared, soon...pleasantly naked, to my surprise.

"Hmmmmm...." I hmmm'ed, beckoning him over with my tail.

"Left my clothes in there," Victor grinned as he walked over, bobbing in all the right places during the few paces it took for him to reach the bed and then cover me with his gorgeous, warm body, taking purrs from me, with his teeth digging to my neck gently.

I moaned and surrendered, allowed myself to go almost limp beneath him, the intense kisses and the delicious feeling of his bulk over mine, his erection digging to the soft furs of my belly while we rocked our bodies together, grappled and gripped and kissed, tongues playing in the warm, breathy space between our maws.

"Hmmm Rory?"

"Yeeeahm?" I slurred happily.

"...really wanna suck you off..." Victor spoke so casually that it...did things to my balls alright, "but I've got an itch...back there...and I know just what to do with it..."

God Almighty...

He wriggled his rump against my paws resting quite naturally against its lustrous curved halves, and I knew he didn't have to say anything. It was time to act.

"How about doggiestyle?" I whispered.

"Don't have to ask me twice," he licked my lips before rolling away from me.

It was a small bed, but there was just about room for him to get onto all fours and wriggle his butt in my direction while I remained on my side...watching him like that...for a small moment, before Rory Junior decided that Expedition Back There of July '11 ought to launch right now. I got up to my knees and reached out for my supplies...I'd maybe wanted a little bit of more foreplay, perhaps, but being so pent up, perhaps a quick round to take off the edge wasn't such a bad idea...some slowed-down action could be had afterwards...hmmm...the things I could do to that rump...and that back...damn...such a combination of sleek and...hunky...guess he simply was big enough that it simply worked....I did put my paws over his rump and rubbed it, and he pushed back...moaning...

"Hmmm...that feels good..." Victor rumbled hotly.

"Yeah...it does..." I managed, really starting to get distracted going at this like this...

"Hurry..." he breathed.

I grabbed the lube and squirted some onto my fingers to get his hole nice and slick before I put the blunt nozzle tip in and squeezed a good dose up his tunnel to prime it up...a few finger rolls later I had him pushing back to me, and I wriggled my fingers, making sure I reached deep into him, not really giving much of a prostate massage, yes, but that could come soon.

I tore the square packet open carefully and rolled the snug Catnip down over myself before adding a little bit of lube and a few strokes...then all there was to hunch forward and line myself up with the help of a paw...stroking his taint a little with my fingers, too...hot damn...

"Heeere we go..." I bit my teeth together, he really felt so warm that this first round was probably going to be quick...not that he'd mind...cat stamina or not, I recharged quickly...it'd be good...

"...come on..." Victor coaxed me, his back rolling as...as he braced himself...damn...

With only a little prep on him or not, he sure didn't mind me back there...a couple of pushes later, he yielded, helped by some voluntary control of his muscles down there, obviously, and I was sinking into the warm crevice between his hefty cheeks, and the passage beyond, moaning and hissing with pleasure. It'd been a while...and he felt so welcoming, so good...just...good, yes, being with him.

I hilted quickly and leaned over him, lifting myself a little so that I was kind of crouching behind him, still comfortable enough, but so that I could take hold of his sides somewhere below his arm pits, and I could begin to thrust after a few moments of getting used to it for both of us...and then we were moving, slow, deep thrust from me, the occasional bucking motion from Victor, and...and he was doing things with his inside muscles, too, the way those who were in the know could make it pleasurable for both of us.

Whoever said that bottoming is for sissies sure was wrong, I had to think again, now that I was positioned over Victor's perfectly masculine, nearly a wrestler's body, yes, with my hips rocking against his rump while I took him, but everything else...the gruff noises he made, the bucking of his hips and the lusty moans...everything screamed "MAN!" back to me so loudly that it made my own arousal only increase. If two men wanted to do this, then one had to be on the bottom, and preferably that was the guy who enjoyed doing it...and Victor just happened to do so.

What a great match...because there was just something so primal, being hunched above him and driving myself into him, sweating and kissing his neck and holding onto his shoulders, rubbing along his body, licking sweat away from his warm neck that smelled so good, because it smelled of him...soon I couldn't resist the urge to bite, either...just a small nibble...and my hips seemed to go into a full drive...and I knew...

"Gonna...soon..."I huffed, "want me to...paw you...?"

Reach-around was just polite, wasn't it, and besides that...damn hot, too, right?

Victor slammed his hips back against mine and looked at me quickly over his shoulder, face a perfect mask of pleasure and desire.

"Just do it...I'll get mine later..." he said, "give it to me..."

He wasn't really much for dirty talk, but that was...efficient, shall we say, and I closed my jaws around his shoulder...just...well, not really biting so hard...but it felt so damn good, that tension it brought...and the moan he gave to me...I was so close that it only took a few further, firm strokes for me before I sunk deep into him and simply rolled my hips, trying to milk out more of the sensation while I held onto him with my paws, my thighs and my teeth, all keeping that warm, wonderful body close...so very close...ahhh....

I slumped on him, then, resting atop the male I'd mounted, and feeling like the king lion of the hill for the moment, panting a bit and then slowly starting to lick over the spot I'd bit on...I'd probably left a bruise....

"Hmmmmmphhh..." Victor rumbled, "that was nice...."

"Uh huh?" I breathed.

"Yeah..." he replied, flicking a friendly ear, "got me pretty close, heh..."

"Really?" I asked, curiously. I knew it wasn't something everyone could do...either for yourself, I mean, being that sensitive down there, or...being talented enough a partner to manage to make it happen...me doing it like that must've been something of an accomplishment.

"Yeah," he chuckled a little, roughly, sexily, making me twitch inside him, even moments after having my fun, "felt really good."

"I'm glad," I smiled, nuzzling his shoulder again, relaxing, "Really liked it too..."

"Obviously..." he chuckled, squeezing a bit down on me, making me moan, and roll my hips again, inside his warm, slick heat.

"Hah, yeah..." I smiled, rubbing his arm.

We stayed like that for a moment, until Victor spoke again.

"Can I get to my back?" he said. "I wanna cuddle a bit and then do something else."

"Sure," I chuckled, grudgingly putting my paws down to the bed so that I could prop myself up before moving backwards, slowly letting my post-orgasmic body roll off him, as sad as that was, though the cuddles to come were surely going to more than make up for it.

I grabbed the base of my dick and slowly pulled out with a familiar plop, my shaft bouncing up against my belly. I spent a few moments there, watching the spectacle of Victor's back there clenching like I knew such body parts behaved after having something....hmm...stuffed in there, and he did not fail...damn that was always a sexy sight...those muscled contractions forcing out a little trickle of the clear lube...

...and something else...

I froze, my ears literally stopped mid-flick as I stared...and looking down, over my lap, I saw that the clear plastic was cloudy with my emissions...and....with my fingers giving it a small tug, the pinkness of my tip appeared, amidst a clear tear.

"Shit!" I hissed.

Victor chuckled.

"Hope that's not literally..." he chuckled as he rolled onto his back.

I just pointed at myself, and looked at him, and saw that he saw, and...

And he didn't look happy anymore.

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