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Usual celebrity disclaimer: This story is fiction and it not meant to suggest anything about the sexuality of any of it's participants. I don't own Kirk Maltby (though I wish I did) Sean Avery, Boyd Deveraux, Steve Yzerman, Nicklas Lidstrom, Jiri(Yiri) Fischer, Brendan Shanahan or anyone else mentioned in this story. They own themselves, though it's possible the Detroit Red Wings own them. This story contains sex of the gay kind. If you are not supposed to read this for any reason, stop breaking the law and hit the bricks. For those of you still here, I hope you enjoy.
Sean Avery was used to being the whore of whatever team he played on. But since he'd been called up full time to the Detroit Red Wings, he had garnered no such title. The whore of the Red Wings had held court for six years. And from the sounds of things coming from his hotel room at night, he had no plans to denounce his throne.
That whore was none other than Kirk Maltby. Sean had heard stories about Kirk from the second he'd entered the NHL. Kirk's exploits with Steve Yzerman were well known throughout the entire league. Many say that's what led Kirk to be signed by the Red Wings in the first place. All Sean knew, was the second Kirk stepped into the Red Wings locker room, he'd claimed the spot of team whore. And from the stories Sean had heard, he'd been pretty damn good at it. He knew that as long as Kirk was around, he'd never be the whore of Hockeytown. But he could handle that, as long as he got his time with Kirk. And if things went his way, he'd get his time tonight.
After the Wings downed the New York Rangers 3-1, Sean returned to the hotel room he shared with Boyd Deveraux. As he expected, Boyd was nowhere to be found. 'Probably with Kirk.' Sean thought to himself as he peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. 'I hope they don't take too long. Tonight, is my night.' Sean was confident that Kirk would take him in. He'd yet to meet a man that wasn't on his knees and drooling the second he took off his pants. It was Sean's experience, that his nine hard inches of Canadian meat could make even the strictest top beg to be fucked. And Sean knew that Kirk would be no different. He pulled a tight black sleeveless shirt from his bag and slipped it on. He sprayed on a few shots of Preferred Stock, then gave himself one last look in the mirror.
"Damn you're hot," Sean said aloud, rubbing his chin. "Let's just hope Malts thinks so,"
Sean switched off the bathroom light, then checked his pockets. Both his wallet and hotel key were present, which was all he needed. So he exited his hotel room and made his way to the elevator. As the doors opened, Sean noticed the frame of Jiri Fischer standing before him. They said hello as Sean stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the seventh floor.
"Seventh floor, hmm." Jiri spoke in the Czech accent which secretly drove Sean wild.
"Seventh floor hmm?" Sean asked, turning to face Jiri.
"There's only one reason anyone from the team goes to the seventh floor," Jiri replied matter-of-factly.
"Really?" Sean asked, trying to play it cool. It was true, he was going to whore himself out to Kirk Maltby. But he didn't exactly want everyone to know.
"Maltby," Jiri replied, smirking.
"I...uh," Sean stammered, trying his best to think of an excuse, but not finding one.
"You don't have to say anything. We all do it," Jiri laughed, turning to face Sean. "But he's not the only one you can go to," Jiri spoke seductively, placing his hands on Sean's hips.
Before Sean knew what was happening, Jiri's lips were on his neck. Sean released a soft moan as Jiri sucked softly at his neck. Sean could feel Jiri's hands drift slowly down his jeans and caress the tight mounds of his ass. Jiri pulled Sean tightly to him, and ground his crotch against Sean. Sean knew from glimpses in the locker room that Jiri was huge, but as he felt the hardness grinding against him, all expectations were greatly exceeded. Sean was ready to forget about Kirk Maltby, and spend the night sucking the brains out of Jiri Fischer. But just as he began to graze his hand lightly against the zipper on Jiri's jeans, the chime went off and the doors opened. The two of them quickly separated. Jiri stepped in front of the door to prevent it from closing.
"This is my floor," Jiri spoke, staring intently at Sean.
"Oh," Sean said, disappointed.
"I'll see you later,"
And with that, Jiri stepped away from the elevator and the doors closed behind him. 'That was weird.' Sean thought to himself as he relaxed against the wall. 'Oh well. Now I can devote all my sexual energies to Maltby.' Sean reached down to adjust himself. During all the excitement with Jiri, his cock had reached full length, making his jeans unbearably tight. Once adjusted, he closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking Maltby. After every thing that had transpired with Jiri, Sean was hoping desperately Maltby would accept him.
Once the elevator reached the seventh floor, Sean stepped from it and made his way down the hall. He glanced at the room numbers as he passed, not finding Maltby's room. As he was about to give up hope and go find Jiri, he located the room. He walked up to the door and prepared to knock, but stopped himself. If Kirk was in the middle of the act with someone, and he interrupted, Sean knew he could kiss his chances good bye. So he put his ear to the door to see what he could hear.
"Same time next week?" The person said, whom Sean quickly identified as Boyd.
"You bet that hot ass of your's," Kirk replied.
"See ya,"
Sean stepped from the door as he heard the knob turning. He leaned against the wall and waited for Boyd to come out. As Boyd entered the hallway, he connected eyes with Sean and froze. Sean chuckled lightly at the look of terror on Boyd's face.
"Sean...What are you doing here?" Boyd asked, glancing around the hall.
"I could ask you the same question, but I'm sure I know the answer," Sean replied teasingly.
"Look, Sean..." Boyd started.
"Calm down Deveraux. I'm here for the same reason you are. We all need to hit a nice ass sometime,"
"Hit an ass....right," Boyd replied nervously.
Sean wondered to himself just why Boyd was so nervous.
But he paid it no mind. His hormones were beginning to race, and he wanted badly to go in that room and sink his torpedo in Kirk Maltby.
"I'll see you later Boyd," Sean said, motioning toward the room with his head.
Boyd chuckled softly, then slapped Sean on the ass. "Good luck,"
Sean waited for Boyd to board the elevator before knocking on the door. He heard Maltby yell "It's open" from inside the room. His hands were trembling as reached for the door knob. He took a deep breath, and with a "Here goes nothing", he entered the room. He noticed Kirk laying shirtless on one of the beds, reading something. He glanced up only momentarily as Sean entered the room.
"Take a seat on the bed," Kirk spoke, pointing at the other bed.
Sean sat down nervously on the bed. After another minute or so, Kirk put down what he was reading and looked over at Sean. A huge smirk came across Kirk's face as he stared at Sean. He got up from his bed and walked over to where Sean sat. He dropped to his knees and undid the button on Sean's jeans. Sean felt himself instantly harden. Kirk slowly pulled Sean's pants from his legs, and dropped them to the floor. Kirk looked on appreciatively at the rapidly growing bulge in Sean's boxers.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to show up," Kirk spoke as he began to massage Sean's dick through his boxers.
"What can I say?" Sean said, moaning as Kirk squeezed his cock. "I had to find out for myself if the stories were true,"
"Oh they are," Kirk replied sexily, tugging at the waistband of Sean's boxers. "And tonight, your ass will be the next chapter," He said again, yanking down Sean's boxers.
Sean's 9 inch dick flopped free against his stomach. Kirk immediately grasped it in his hands and began to jerk lightly. Sean moaned out loudly as he lay back on the bed. Kirk began to quicken his jerks, making Sean squirm each time. Kirk stood up from his knees, never releasing Sean's cock. He instructed Sean to turn on the bed, and then straddled him. He dove quickly onto Sean's nipples, making him scream in pleasure. Kirk chuckled lightly as his mouth began to drift higher, onto Sean's neck. As he reached the spot where Jiri's lips had been earlier, he stopped.
"Fischer?" He asked, looking down at Sean.
"Yeah..." Sean replied hesitantly.
"He's one of my favorites. Huge dick. I suggest you go for him, after I'm done with you that is,"
Before Sean could reply, Kirk pressed his lips roughly onto Sean's. Sean quickly submitted to Kirk's probing tongue. As their tongues wrestled, Sean felt Kirk's hand begin to lightly massage his nipple. Sean's dick was aching, begging for a piece of Maltby's ass. As their kiss parted, Sean spoke.
"So when do I get a piece of that hot ass?" Sean asked, out of breath.
"You don't. I'm not a bottom bitch. I only bottom for Draper and McCarty,"
"But...Boyd?" Sean asked, surprised that Boyd would be a bottom.
"Total bitch. He's been riding my cock from the first day he got here. Just like you will be,"
"Woah, wait a minute. I'm no one's bitch,"
"Yeah, right. I've heard all about you in the AHL. Williams talks a lot when you're sucking his cock. Well actually, I guess you already knew that."
Sean was shocked. His affinity for Jason Williams' cock was something he liked to keep quiet. He considered himself a top. But whenever he saw Jason's cock, he thought of nothing more than riding it until he felt Jason's seed inside him. He was in love with that cock. But he still wouldn't consider himself Jason's bitch. But as he stopped to think about it, Sean realized that Jason had never bottomed for him. 'I really AM someone's bitch,' Sean thought to himself.
"So how 'bout it Avery? You gonna take a ride on the Maltby Express?"
'You'll take it easy on me, right?" Sean asked, somewhat nervous. It had been a long while since the last time he'd been fucked. He didn't need Maltby tearing something. That's one of those injuries that's pretty much impossible to explain to a doctor without telling the truth.
"Of course. Can't have one of my guys being hurt now can I?"
With that, Kirk slid down Sean's body until he reached his cock. He grabbed it and jerked it, returning it quickly to its full hardness. Sean screamed out and buried his hands in the sheets as Kirk took Sean's dick slowly into his mouth. Sean was amazed as inch after inch of his dick slipped down Kirk's throat, until Kirk's nose rested in his pubes. Never before had anyone been able to swallow his entire dick. Sean was amazed at the skill of Kirk's mouth. He found himself unable to control his moans as Kirk worshiped his throbbing fuckstick. Sean felt Kirk's hand begin to drift slowly toward his anus. He tried his best to relax, but the nervousness was too much, even with Kirk's mouth on his cock.
"I'm sorry, I can't relax. It's been too long," Sean said, embarrassed.
"Don't you worry stud," Kirk spoke softly, jerking Sean's dick. "Got just the thing for you. Turn over."
Sean had no idea what to expect. But with the legend of Kirk Maltby running in his mind, he knew it would be good. He shuddered lightly as Kirk's fingers brushed against his opening. Then without warning, Kirk drove his tongue into Sean's tight ass. Sean moaned out loudly as Kirk began to lap feverishly at his ass. It had been so long since Sean had been rimmed, he'd forgotten the feelings were so intense. He was in complete ecstacy. He could feel Kirk's tongue delving in further each time. He knew in no time he would be begging for Kirk to fuck him, as he'd done with Jason Williams so many times. Sean's cock ached it was so hard. He was certain it was harder than it ever had been. After ten minutes of heaven, Kirk stopped his rimming and smacked Sean lightly on the ass.
"It's time for the fun part. Turn around,"
Sean wasted no time in turning around. He watched on as Kirk slowly undid his zipper, and pushed his pants to the floor. Sean was amazed as Kirk's cock came into view. He could tell it was shorter than his, but the girth was amazing. Sean guessed to himself that it was at least 6" around. Kirk jerked it a few times, causing a tiny bubble of pre cum to drip from the slit. Sean found himself instinctively licking his lips. Kirk laughed as he continued to jerk his cock.
"Just as I thought, you're a cock bitch. Well show me how much you love cock and suck this monster," Kirk said toughly, pushing his cock slowly past Sean's lips.
Sean stretched his jaw to the limit in an attempt to swallow Kirk's cock, but could only accommodate half of it. Kirk didn't seem to mind, as he moaned out how well Sean was doing. Kirk began to run his fingers through Sean's hair as he thrust his massive cock in and out of Sean's mouth. As Sean began to massage Kirk's massive balls, Kirk pulled from his mouth.
"Turn around sexy, the Maltby Express is ready for take off,"
Sean quickly obliged, turning around and getting on all fours. He heard Kirk spit then felt a wet sensation rubbing on his ass. He heard Kirk spit once more, then felt Kirk's massive cock head resting at his opening. He reminded himself to relax as he felt Kirk slowly begin to enter him. Sean wanted to scream out in pain, but he stifled the scream by biting his lip. He thought he would rip in two as he felt inch after inch slid into him until he felt Kirk's balls hit his ass. Kirk reached around and began to massage Sean's cock. Sean began to relax more as he felt Kirk begin to pump. Sean quickly loosened up as Kirk began to take on a quicker rhythm. Kirk continued to jerk Sean's cock as he pounded his tight ass. Sean knew in only minutes he'd reach orgasm. But for the time being, he was enjoying being fucked by his hot teammate.
"God, you ass is so hot," Kirk moaned. "This is the best I've had in a long time,"
Sean didn't speak in return, but instead clenched his ass, garnering a massive moan from Kirk. Kirk's thrusting speed was increasing, as was his grip on Sean's cock. Only seconds later Sean screamed out he was cumming, and shot jolt after jolt of cum into Kirk's hand. Kirk continued to jerk Sean's now sensitive cock, causing Sean to whimper in pleasure/pain. But in no time, Kirk removed his hand from Sean's cock and grabbed him by the waist. He continued his thrusting only seconds more, then moaned out he was cumming. Sean felt shot after shot of cum, 7 in all coat his inside. After the last shot, Kirk pulled his still hard cock from Sean's ass. Sean was surprised as he felt Kirk's tongue once more at his ass. After only a minute, Kirk stopped his tonguing, and got on the bed. Spent, Sean collapsed on the bed.
Kirk rolled over next to him and draped his arm over him, in the spooning position. Instinctively, Sean cuddled back against him.
"You were amazing," Kirk said, softly stroking Sean's chest.
"I guess I really am a bitch," Sean chuckled lightly.
"Well from now on, you're my bitch,"
Sean didn't speak in return, just closed his eyes and enjoyed the closeness he felt with Kirk. He was almost certain it was fake, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Before too much longer, he felt Kirk's breathing slow, and knew he had fallen asleep. Sean slipped quietly from Kirk's arms and located his clothes. Once he was clothed, he found a piece of the hotel stationary and left Kirk a note: "I had a kick ass time. I'll see you next week. Later, Sean."
Sean placed the letter on the night stand, then switched off the light. He leaned down and kissed Kirk softly on the forehead. Kirk stirred in his sleep, but never awoke. Sean made his way from the room and onto the elevator. Surprisingly, Sean found he was able to walk just fine. He was only a little sore from his ride on the Maltby Express. Sean laughed to himself at that name. 'It was anything but express.' Sean thought to himself. 'More like the Maltby Cruiseline.' Sean didn't care what it was called. All he knew was that he wanted another ride.
When the elevator arrived at his floor, Sean noticed Brendan Shanahan and Nicklas Lidstrom down the hall arguing. 'Nothing new there.' Sean thought to himself as he walked to his room. 'They argue more than any straight couple could even think about.' But deep down, Sean thought it was cute. He knew how much Brendan and Nick were in love. Most times he thought they just argued to pass the time. Sean gave it no more thought as he slid the key for his room. He made his way into the room and fumbled for a light switch. But before he could find one, the bedside lamp flicked on. There, sitting on his bed was Jiri.
"I told you I'd see you later...."
THE END?