Murr Times (HH)
#57 of Hockey Hunk Season 6
Murr Times (HH)
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I know it's been an awfully long time, but the real life and my numerous writing commitments have been keeping my away from this one. I would never dare to offer to you something I don't like, though, which means that having taken the time to write this means that I feel like I can give you something that I genuinely like for you to read. That, for me, and for my integrity as the authority of this piece, is more important than anything else.
I can't promise a regular schedule, yet, as much as I would love to, but I will keep you informed, and post warnings before chapters are to arrive, so that you can join me in the anticipation like in the good days of constant posts.
Thank you for your comments, and I hope you'll have a good read!
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There are many interesting places to be, for sure, but how, one may ask, how did Rory Gliese end up kneeling on the bed in Victor Holden's guest bedroom, with beefy Doberman legs twisted around his waist and with a rather exhausted grimace all over this particular lion's muzzle? You might wonder what he was doing, with his hips moving like that, constrained as they were by the embrace of the thick canine lower limbs that were as sweaty as the brow of the lion...well, these grandiose wordings aside, the lion who was plowing himself into the warmth of Victor's tightly squeezing, pleasant back there?
"Ah...uh..." I was panting.
"Come on," Victor spoke to me in his sexiest, most deeply rumbling voice, staring up to me in encouragement, "you know it's the lucky...hmm...seven..."
"Hhghh..."
"Like...hmm just like that," rumbled Victor, angling his hips so that my barbs were sure to catch his hole just right...that damn Dobie. "Like the seven...wonders of the world..."
Now, for that I did stop mid-fuck, to look down to his cheekily grinning, sweaty face. The Dobie underneath me noticed this and flicked an ear at me.
"Uh huh..." he tugged on my hips with his legs, to encourage me to go on.
"My balls are already sore...,"I complained, only half-seriously...though only half-funnily, too. They really were starting to feel rather spent after so much smacking against Victor's taint and being used for their ultimate purpose, of making deposits of certain sort...ahem.
"Hmm...don't think you're gonna notice the difference after one more..." Victor told me.
"You...ah...think?" I jabbed him rather intimately for that. The way Victor's eyes rolled back when he felt it on his prostate...well....that couldn't be faked.
"Let's...let's make sure this bed no longer smells like Cobb," Victor rumbled.
What a thought to have while doing the deed...and indeed, on the very bed where the esteemed Dobie Bro had spent his nights during his extended visit to Victor's place. And he wasn't wrong...even I could tell that despite the change of sheets, and scrubbing the room up, there really still lingered a hint of certainly detectable...Cobbishness in the air.
Typical of Jacob J. Holden, that. He was so persistent that he stuck to the walls, or something.
Maybe I could exorcist him away by making the bed bang against the wall. I ramped up the thrusts coming from my tired thighs and hips and hoped that Victor approved of it.
"Ah...hmmm...." the big, sexy doggie murmured away, and closed his eyes again, muzzle slightly open in a really sexy way so that he could let his tongue to lol out.
"Oh, ffuck..." that escaped from my lips and I devoured his muzzle with a very sloppy mid-humping kiss.
Damn you, Victor.
Of course he'd managed to rile me up enough that I was simple magic putty in his paws when he suggested that we should spend the afternoon away by screwing each other on every room of his apartment. This being a rather mischievous Dobie we are talking about, his definition of a room was somewhat fuzzy, too, which meant that sex could happen more times than I initially thought. And by sex Victor meant "make Rory spill his seed", so...it was really mostly a test about my endurance, not just his because so far he had popped twice to my six...well, lions just aren't made for great stamina in the sack, but we reload quickly like good cats do!
Scene one:
Butt-pumping in the hall, with Victor bracing himself against the wall...that took almost shamefully little time for me to fill up the Catnip condom.
"Nice warmup," told Victor, who sounded like he'd just barely gotten his anal itch scratched by my visit back there. No wonder he was ready to go at it again.
Scene two:
Living room couch 69. Now things got nice and musky, and we both got off, which made it all very musky and cozy, making Victor's big leather couch the site of our...engagement. We also took our time, which was nice after the rather swift performance of the first round, which I knew Victor didn't mind, but he did moan extra hard when I had a finger up his rear while I sucked away on his thick...
Ahem. We were quite well sated for the moment, but our cuddle became more of a makeout and a grope and led into scene three:
Kitchen!
Not the kitchen table, either, but Victor bending me over the counter and putting his moves in a gentle but insistent way on my most tender parts. I was glad that he was very much aware of the fact that I didn't do that sort of a thing much, and he, being the courteous host as ever, made sure he took ample time preparing my golden hind for the inevitable invasion of a Doberman kind. He still managed to make me bite my lip a little and grumble when the stout flesh was put into me and Victor humped away to his heart's content. He didn't get off to the final ending, but his paw made sure that I got the best of an orgasm while something thick rubbed me the right way from within as well.
I was quite breathless and worn out after that, but Victor, always the gentleman, had no trouble carrying me over to the bedroom. I felt good in his arms like that, and even managed to sneak a kiss to his cheek while he hauled me around. I was so glad that it didn't seem to cause him discomfort, knowing how banged up his ribs had become in the accident, but now he had no qualms about providing a little bit of Dobie transport for me and my erection.
Scene four: bedroom!
We started by making out, again, with a healthy dose of grinding on the bed where it eventually developed to a point where Victor braced himself doggystyle on the bed, shook his rump about and gave me _that_look that just made it impossible to resist attacking him. He was so solid, so warm inside and so stoic about it, with his sexy grunts and the roll of his muscles while he obviously reveled in the rocking of our bodies together and every physical aspect of our very full contact that ensued. It got very passionate very quickly and once I was done with this round, it only took me a couple of strokes of my paw to make Victor reach his own climax as well.. His insides massaged me almost back to full erection before I slipped out, a bit weary, of course by then, but still more than happy with the sweaty cuddle that we followed with.
Scene five: master bathroom.
After what must've been a couple hours of solid sex and general hijinks of the lion-Dobie sort, we were obviously starting to get quite musky and ripe. Although our latest sex session had made us both glow with pleasure, as soon as we were in the bathroom, Victor gripped my shaft and began to jerk me off.
"Oww..."
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"Heheh..."
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I pinched my fingerpads around one of his big boy-nopples and rolled it so that it was worthy of a bark coming from my big Dobie partner. We wrapped out free arms about one another and began to make out again, tongues and all, while Victor walked us into the shower.
"Grab the head," he told me.
"Huh?" asked I, and looked down at the very much swollen tip of his Dobie-hood. Victor chuffed and caught my muzzle in his paw and licked my lips thoroughly.
"The showerhead!"
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"Oh" I mumbled, and did as much.
Victor spent an incredible time nuzzling at the undersides of my arms and my pits, fondling my nipples, generally just...worshipping my body until I was purring and my tail kept smacking against the tiled walls of his shower. It was incredibly sensual, with all the musk and the paws stroking all over my body until he finished it all up with a heated frotting with his paws fondling my butt cheeks and holding our bodies together before I spooged between our bellies.
You'd think we would be sexed out after that, but Victor was not about to back out of his plan of testing my endurance. That meant making our drippy way into the...
Scene six: guest bathroom.
It was much smaller that Victor's great home spa, heh, but there was a shower and we did fit underneath it, although it was rather...tight...there, but that didn't stop Victor from pinning me against the wall and grinding his rump against my groin while the water ran over his thick, muscled body...
Well, I was groping him in no time and eventually we managed to slip the condom on me and I was plugged up his rear while he made most of the work in a repeat of his previous reverse humping, with me against the wall while he...shuffled that magnificent rear of his back and forth and from side to side. His heavy bulk meant that I couldn't very much about it, but then again, Victor knew how to assume control, even when he was the one taking up the ass until my nuts just couldn't handle it anymore and I twitched within him, collapsed against his wet back.
So yeah...that took us to scene number seven, the guest bedroom proper. The bed creaked a little under the combined weight of our freshly toweled bodies, and we rested there, my head against Victor's damp, warm chest that rose softly under his rumbling breathing. Sure we were both naked, and our paws did a bit of friendly fondling even then, but for most we just laid there on the freshly changed sheets and rested, enjoying each other's company.
"You're crazy, you know," I told him.
"Why?" Victor asked me in a carefree, rumbled question.
"This.." I fist-bumped his nearest pec, the one not occupied by my fuzzy head, "sex records...sex in the shower...sex in the locker room...sex in ice hockey gear...ah..."
"So I'm just sexually crazy then?" Victor asked.
I chuckled.
"Maybe?" I proposed. "I mean, you definitely know how to...how to get what you want."
"Like this?" Victor's paw patted my butt.
I chuffed.
"Including that, I guess," I said.
"You don't mind it, right?" he kissed an ear while he murmured that question. "I know we've talked about it before but...you can always change your mind, you know, I'll always listen."
"I know," I replied to that, "It's more of an acquired taste for me than you but I like it when it goes just right, you know..."
Now it was time for Victor to chuckle, in that roughly rumbling way of his. It vibrated so that I could feel it through his chest, on my cheek, and whiskers, too.
"I'm an acquired taste?" Victor suggested.
Victor Jr. was definitely something one had to work up to in order to properly enjoy it, but I was sure Victor knew as much.
"Well, you know...when for you it's...nine out of ten, for me it's...one out of ten?" I told him.
He snickered.
"Do you keep a record, huh?" Victor ribbed me quite deservingly.
"Uhm...no, I guess it's just my...general perception?"
He chuckled, and ruffled my head furs.
"So you perceive that I'm a 90-percent bottom..." Victor mused.
I wondered if he was being quite serious about it. I decided to take it lightly for now, and smirked up to him, his own muzzle and eyes lingering nearby.
"Just based on your enthusiasm at...at...you know..."
"At getting fucked," Victor didn't mince around that, and I was fine with it.
"Yeah," I said.
"I know what I like," he stated, "I like both ways, whenever the mood hits me."
"Hmm...so..."I suggested, "if you were with someone who was more into bottoming as well, would you be doing more topping?"
Victor shrugged.
"If we're just talking about anal, probably, possibly? It's hard to tell. It's been different with different guys."
He said that quite casually, and while I was curious to hear more about his past exploits, I didn't really want to take the chance that the lovely smutty afternoon we were having would be spoiled by the two of us suddenly starting to open up about former boyfriends and just about the fact that all men (especially exes) just would turn out to be complete idiots in the end.
"It sure is," I gave the diplomatic answer.
Victor kissed and licked the top of my head, and gave me a very nice squeeze with the arm that was draped over my shoulder and down to my back, having previously been used to fondle my rump. I replied by flopping my tail over his legs, to share a bit in his body warmth and give him some of mine. It really felt good, and he smelled fantastic, freshly washed with just water, which meant that there were still many fragrances left there to enjoy.
"Well either way, I like what we do, "I told him. "Sexy stuff and otherwise."
"Hmmmm..." Victor sounded thoughtful, but agreeing.
"Just one thing, though..." he said, finally.
"Yeah?"
"Where'd we leave the condoms?" he mused.
I snorted.
"Seriously?" I asked.
His paw slipped down from its friendly cuddly position down to try groping at my junk. My balls twitched at the sensation of having those thick fingers clasp on them, but my hips gave a jerk against his palm, to rub my shaft onto his palm.
"Gotta do it in every room for good luck," Victor told me with a doggie smirk.
"You know I'm gonna need an ice pack afterwards..."
"I'll lick them," Victor rumbled.
That shot what must've been a pint of blood into my dick, which meant that I grew rock hard and throbbing in what had to be a record time since my wild teenage years. Sure it was getting sore, but Victor's temptations were simply too tempting to not to succumb to, quite helplessly so.
"Get the condoms," he stroked me a couple times and made me moan, "let's show ya what the bossy bottom boy can do..."
I chuckled, though it did sound extremely sexy, and a bit dirty as well.
"You are so horny now that it makes you alliterate?"
"That's a fancy word, but yes please!" he humped his groin against my hip like...like the dog he was.
"Ow, alright, alright," I relented, playfully as ever, though having to go all the way to the master bedroom in search of the missing condom packet was a small break into our activities. It didn't stop me from staying rock hard at the thought of probably getting close to my 15-year-old daily orgasm record of...10, I guess? maybe it was that many, I just remembered that it was starting to get difficult to dispose of all those crusty tissues without arousing too much suspicion.
I returned with the condoms in one paw, and found an extremely sexy sight upon my entry into the guest room. Victor was on his back, pillows under his butt and with his legs pulled up so that he was presenting himself to me at his most glorious.
Any misgivings about me possibly abusing my nuts with this little afternoon project of ours were instantly washed away. Victor just grinned to me and wriggled his toes, in an invitation.
"I've been keeping it warm for ya," he said, winked, and didn't elaborate. He knew that my lurid imagination could make up the rest easily enough.
"Damn you," I muttered, on my way to the bed.
"Bossy bottom boy wants it back there," Victor shook his butt on the bed as if he was trying to wag his tail while the said tail was resting against the mattress.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I chuckled.
An unrolled condom and a brief application of lube later, I was back in town. We didn't go with any foreplay this time around, knowing that he was more than stretchy from the earlier poundings he'd received, and quite frankly, I think neither of us would've had the patience for that kind of playing around yet. Still, once I was balls deep inside him and he had his legs and arms about me, we slowed down considerably, and kept rocking on the bed with our bodies rubbing together in that same, fantastic rhythm once more. We kissed a lot, and made sure that this (most certainly!) final climax of the day would be as good as it was building up to be. I knew that were wasn't much in the way of emission to squeeze out of me, but that hardly meant that the physical sensations were gonna go anywhere. More like, it could get more intense, especially now that one had to work even harder to get the proper level of stimulation required.
We got lost into one another, and eventually just held to one another, when our bodies convulsed in the prolonged end to it, the air heady with our sweat, musk, cum, and the strange scent of natural rubber, mixing into it all.
"Oh, God," I groaned, when it was all over for real this time, and we had laid down on Victor's own big, cozy bed to recover after our taxing romp, "I never thought I'd say this, but I think I might be off sex for a little while..."
"Really?" asked Victor, whom was reclining in the buff next to me by my side.
"Hhmmmh....." I rumbled, my eyes closed and my body sprawled in the most relaxed position imaginable to me, "may need to borrow one of your jockstraps to serve as a sling..."
Victor laughed. It made my ears flick against my crown.
"Now that's a thought. Might be a bit too large for you, though..."
My brain conjured up the image of a jock pouch filled to stretching point so that it looked like someone had stuffed a grapefruit in there, and I smiled at that.
"Maybe."
"Shame, though."
"What is?" I mused. "That we can't really share underwear?"
"I could've done with a but of fooling around still..."
I groaned.
"Fool around with yourself, I need to recover," I grumbled.
Victor chuckled, and I felt his paw move across the chasm of bedsheets between us to pat on my arm.
"Just joking," he affirmed, "my posterior department needs a bit of a rest, too, to restore structural integrity."
I snuffled.
"That's an incredibly geeky way to put it," I told him, though to be frank, the idea of having humped Victor to the point that he too was a bit raw back there was not an unappealing one. I knew I hadn't done any real damage and he had obviously enjoyed all of it...I suppose it was just one of those strange thoughts.
"Heheheh," he laughed.
"And besides..." I patted my tail against his stretched out legs, "your guest room no longer smells like Cobb."
Victor let out a rumble.
"Now it stinks like someone arranged a gangbang there," he said.
That could've probably been sad id of the entire sex-reeking apartment, but it was fine for now.
"The only problem with that is that the next time he shows up, he'd sniff it immediately and rib us endlessly about it," I pointed out.
"Damn it!" Victor harrumphed.
"Worry not," I smirked to him, "there is a solution to that, too."
"Being what?" he asked.
"Those gift bags he got from the day spa for us have some vanilla and almond-scented beeswax candles in them...for that perfect relaxing atmosphere..."
I sounded like the home shopping network, I knew, and Victor laughed at that.
The atmosphere in Victor's bedroom was so nice that we didn't really need the extra of candles for now. Maybe we would light some up during the evening, when it grew darker.
"Though..."
"Hmm?"
"Is it a gangbang if it's just one guy getting pounded a lot of times?"
Hahah.
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