Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 22:26:07 -0800 (PST)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Whore of Hockeytown

As always, this story cannot be used on any site
without my permission.  If you'd like it, contact me
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bad.  This story is not my best work, nor am I even
trying for it to be.  This is merely an idea I had
floating around in my mind.  This story can soon be
found on my website, check for updates
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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.

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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?