Vanilla Sex
#7 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Jimmy's memoirs continue, with some modern good times, and some reminiscents on his past...career...
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Well, there is something very erotic about a man whom you've just exhausted sexually, and Kurt qualified for that, lol, lying there on the bed, on his back, eyes closed, and purring a bit with each breath while he enjoyed the well-earned afterglow. I was on my belly still, paws and legs stretched out a bit, and my belly felt slick with what I had put onto the towel between my body and the mattress. A light, familiar ache throbbed under my thick tail which rested quite gingerly against my rump, for whatever length there was before it curled to the side and ended in my tuff that pressed softly against my marked snow leopard's thigh. The air smelled funky, but in a good way, a mixture of the almost scentless lube, sex, cum, musk, sweat, too, a bit. We'd worked at it for a while, after all.
Yeah, he looked good there, in that sweet oblivion that only a couple of nice orgasms could give to a man. His eyes were closed and he would've been the very image of rest and relaxation, but for the rapid rise of his chest and the accompanying rumbles. About a half of his slick, glistening cock poked out of the fuzzy sheath and displayed itself against his belly. Kurt wasn't huge, but he had given me a good ride, and for that, I was glad. The slight predictability of the size, the angle of attack, and even the rhythm he employed with his hips could grow into pleasures of their own. You knew what you were getting, and it was good because of what it was. It meant something.
"Hmmmmmr..." Kurt rumbled happily.
I smiled, flexed my fingers, squeezed down on my stretchy muscle ring under my tail, and felt my own semi-boner throb in its messy place between my belly and the bed. My insides could still almost feel the almost tickling sensation that could only be created by the raking of feline barbs against my tender walls...and boy, had those walls seen a few things on their time on the circuit.
Guess I had a bit of a preference for felines - physically, and when it came to their naughty equipment. I guess penises aren't meant to be the prettiest things in the world, and a cat cock can look like some sort of a medieval torture club with all those pointy bits on the sides, but once you got that slipping in and out of you...thank you, sir! After sampling every size and shape over the years, that was the one that really got me going alright.
Guess some gay guys think that variety is the spice of life, even when it comes to sexual partners, but it could have its own implications in the business, too. The audience was always on the lookout for something new and interesting, and often that meant pairing up your popular performers with newcomers or at least guys from other genres or other production lines, to keep it interesting. They liked making them into events.
"SEE LANCE LOGAN TAKE A RIDE ON HIS FIRST HORSE COCK!!"
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Well, porn advertisements are not known for their strict sticking to the truth - remember, I started out as a "curious straight guy" before they restyled me as a sort of a dirty college kid with preference for big cocks and tight asses. Muscles came later, and more extreme fetishes, to catch some more market for my body. Talking about that horse dong, though, that was the real deal...well, almost.
I'd gotten an email from the casting director at Blue Paws, saying that Lance should do a couple of bottoming videos after a streak on the top, to keep things fresh. Id' been doing porn for about half a year then, starring in a few scenes that had sold well, maybe not enough to make me a name in the business yet, but I'd been seen hammering a few butts in my time already. Now it was time for the other way around, and I was getting it in the ass on camera.
Well, that wasn't the issue, really. I think myself as a pretty much a versatile guy, and had had my share of up the butt fun, but reading the statistics on the email that had been friendlily forwarded to me, my butthole pursed in on itself as I read the strategic measurements over and over again. A quick googling of the name brought up a couple of pictures of a muscular young dude posing nonchalantly on the camera, arms folded across a fit chest, and he was packing something between his thighs that pretty much reached his elbow, jutting out like that.
"Oh dayamn..."
The guy's stage name of Rudy Rhumbold of all things, and while he had a nice body, blond-dyed mane and some nice looks, he also had a cock that was only half an inch short of being one foot in length...and I knew well enough, from various sources that didn't include a fitting inside my ass for size, that horses could pack several inches more than that, too...and that wasn't even mentioning the girth. I had drooled over my co-star Damian's wrist-thick mare-buster for so long that he'd finally caved in and let me suck him off, and the amount of spunk he shot down my gullet almost made my belly bulge afterwards...or so it seemed. They could have filmed that and called it "Kitty Licks up Some Sticky Cream" or something. Maybe make a couple of bucks with that on VOD.
Well, at least I had some fun back then, but I wasn't sure whether I was going to have much fun doing what I was being paid to do in a week's time, so that meant lots of training before I was going to have my turn on riding the bronco that was Rudy Rhumbold.
I thought that stuff while in the gym - being a hot bastard is a lot of work, you know, because you always have to be in great shape so that you'll look good on high definition video, usually viewed from weird angles like between your legs or from under your belly or whatever - and you had to make pretty cover pictures and promos, too, which meant that there was no lazy day for this lazy ass cat. I pumped the iron, clad in my track pants and a nice sleeveless shirt that showed my nipples through it, and I worked my biceps and thought about ass-fucking while I watched the other guys do their own gym routines. I wasn't feeling particularly randy, since I knew better than to go to the gym while my dick was having one of those days, since that'd make for a lot of unfortunate bulging, but it was behaving on that day...maybe partially because of that big black horse who was working out on the other side of the room, using some pretty hefty weights to work himself up to a good sweat. I couldn't really see what he was packing in the pants department, but my occasional glimpses over to him, and to his crotch, of course, were more than enough to remind me of what I was expected to do.
I hit the showers, my thighs aching a bit, and as I rubbed the nice liquid soap on my buns, I was reminded that soon my rump was gonna be suffering from another kind of an ache. My slightly dubious mood was almost enough to make me turn down Jordon, my fuckbuddy at the time, when he hit me up with a text, but my 19-year-old randy hormones got the better out of me, and instead of a night at home thinking about the pizza I shouldn't eat to keep my shape, I took my sweet ass over to Jordon's small apartment.
Well...guess thinking about diets wasn't going to help me out much, since Jordon was this 20-something tiger dude who worked as an apprentice in a bakery, and you can bet that the stripy dude always had some leftovers found from his home. His kitchen table had a big plate on the middle, with pieces of cake, cinnamon buns, doughnuts and pies on it, covered with a big plastic dome, and I always wondered why he didn't have some steel pincers there, too, like they inevitably had in the shop where he worked.
I suppose my diet was only saved by the fact that my hedonistic tendencies were more leaning towards the sexual spectrum, and that meant that the promise of good times with a cheerful and HOT tiger won me over, rather than the sugary treats. I was only two thirds down my welcoming beer by the time we started to make out on his couch, feeling each other up, working out some nice purring action. His kisses were great, too, and I wondered why he didn't already have a steady boyfriend who'd get all his cinnamon-flavored kisses. Maybe he was still searching for The One...and even though I knew that I probably wasn't The One, I could still enjoy what I got.
"Hmmm..."
"Hmmmmr..."
Our relationship was purely physical, even though he was the nicest guy, too, I couldn't deny that, but we didn't talk much. Guess we both knew that sometimes you just couldn't be bothered to go on the prowl in the bars of Yiffer or whatever the dating apps were called back then. Maybe I should've felt good that someone wanted me for another go. Back when you were 19, you didn't mind so much, as long as you got someone trying to unbutton your pants.
"Can't wait to get a taste of this," Jordon rumbled into my ears before he bit it - he liked that sort of a thing, sure - and squeezed down on my crotch, which sent a blast of nice and fresh pre into my AussieBums.
"Ohh yeah, baby" I murmured, purring as I plastered my muzzle into his in a wet, hot, sloppy making-out kiss that mingled out spit while I humped my groin up to his fingers.
He crouched onto the floor between my legs and I helped him to open my pants and get them down to my ankles before he attacked my cock through the turquoise fabric of my underwear - it was such a hot sensation, having that wet muzzle work on the bulge, even through the cloth, slurping and nuzzling and generally working on it like he really enjoyed it. Maybe he had a thing about it, because he often did something like this, but how could I complain about having to go to the Laundromat when the sex was great? My paws rubbed his neat head furs and encouraged him to play with my literally packages junk, and it got hot and heavy really quickly.
"Hmmm...hot kitty..."I purred...might've as well practiced my dirty talk, too, "kitty want sausage yes?"
"Booyeah," Jordon grinned dirtily, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as if he was a canine, not a feline.
My cock was a big wet bulge in the front of my spit-soaked underpants by then, and once Jordon hooked his thumbs under the elastic, I obediently lifted my rump and let him unpack me, and he definitely didn't waste any time in gobbling me down. I moaned and thrust my hips to meet the wet slickness of his muzzle, tongue, purr, lips, everything working through me and making my tail thrash against the floor. My nails probably scratched his scalp a little, but he only purred harder - and sucked harder, and soon had me almost mewling, when he tugged on my balls, suckled on my tip, and treated himself to a sweet load of lion cum.
"Niiiiiice," Jordon declared, licking his lips as he climbed back to the couch and initiated another round of making out and groping between us, during which I got a taste of myself, too.
"Yeah, " I panted, worked up again, my paws rubbing up and down his back now.
"What do you want to do next?" he breathed hotly against my neck.
While my paws were fondling his rump and I would've definitely enjoyed a couple of nice rounds between those buns, the more...professional part of me reminded me that I should really be working towards the goal of the big shoot next week, and maybe even some softcore action on my ass would help me out a bit...at least.
I gave Jordon my best, horniest, hottest look, rubbed the base of his tail, and grinned...
"Why don't I take a ride on that hot cock of yours, dude?" I rumbled in my sexiest voice, thrusting up to the tiger's belly.
"Sure thing, hun," the sexy tiger purred and licked my nosepad, which made me snort, but that was only a brief distraction from the hot and heavy action.
Jordon didn't have a bedroom, but instead the couch was unfolded to make a nicely sized, if squeaky bed, and he threw me down onto it on my belly and crouched behind me, paws massaging my rump and my friendlily lifted tail.
"Hot stuff...hmmmm..."
My sugar-lipped baker tiger wasn't shy of sticking his tongue where it was needed ,and I had to say, doing this was so much more fun like this, when you didn't have to worry about getting a good camera angle to capture the action. Jordon had my tailhole purring in no time, flexing and winking and generally acting like the good, slutty boy it was, and my once discharged cock leaked pre against his sheets while worked my flesh, licking up an down and making me rumble and purr and make all sorts of nice noises he liked, since they encouraged him to carry on the actions.
"Ohhh fuck yeah...nice...ohh yeah...oh yeah, baby...ohhh Jordon..."
His thumbs dug into my butt cheeks as he held them open and spat against my pucker, before he rubbed the slickness into my taint and made me moan again.
"Hmmm...you got a hot ass, dude...so damn hot and nice...damn..."
I wriggled my rump a bit and grinned at him over my shoulder, making a hot face again.
"All for you, dude."
"Heheheh," he gave my left butt cheek a little slap, "it sure is!"
We traded places in a bit, so that he was on the bed and I was kneeling, but this time with Jordon rolling a condom on his cock, and me with lubed fingers playing under my tail. It was hot to watch Jordon sitting there, legs spread, gently jerking off to keep himself nice for me. I wasted no time in making sure I was ready before I straddled him and went onto town. Jordon put his paws onto my hips and squeezed on them firmly while I used my own paw to aim him against my pucker and I bore down, letting that hot, pointy-tipped cock press into my hole until it slipped in.
"Aaaaahhmmmyes..."
I sank in until he was balls deep and I felt the tickle of his sheath against my slick hole and my taint, signaling that we were fully together. My weight rested against that connection between our bodies, rather than my knees, and the feeling was intense, reaching deep into me, filling me up in a way that felt very much complete...but nothing like what was expected of me in a week.
"Damn..."
I began to ride him, rocking my knees and hips back and forth, making hot rumbles while his cock seesawed in and out of my ass. My own cock began to slap against my belly once I worked up a good rhythm, and for quite some time the tiger simply laid there, letting me do all the work while he enjoyed the mobile grip of my ass going up and down on his straining cock. His tip poked against my prostate, and those barbs, even with the condom, were rubbing me just right and encouraging me to go on.
The squeaking of the bedsprings intensified when Jordon began to buck his hips upwards to meet my own bouncing action, and soon we were a smoothly working machine of sex, pounding up and down until both of us unloaded, and we rested together for a while, before Jordon got his second wind and told me that it was time to get back to riding again. I had spooged twice by then, but he had me going again soon, and it was only until he had his fourth orgasm that we finally called it a night and spent a few moments cuddling before there'd be a shower and a casual promise of seeing each other again.
Yes, Jordon knew what I did...though I told him that I had "appeared in a few adult films" in my time, to "fund my studies", because that's what I thought I would do...eventually...but the tiger was fine with it.
"I'm gonna have to do a horse shoot," I told him as we enjoyed the afterglow, heads propped on the backrest.
The tiger gave me a curious look.
"A horse, huh?" he asked, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," I rumbled. "Let's just say that I guess you won't be getting that kind of action from me for a while after that shoot."
The tiger smirked.
"So it's THAT kind of a shoot..." he said, eyeing me curiously.
"That funny huh?" I snuffled.
"A bit," the naked, sweaty tiger rumbled. "Thought you took that sort of a thing in the stride or something."
I elbowed him.
"Emphasis on the word take, dude," I snorted. "We're talking about a horsecock, man!"
Jordon looked down at his own swollen sheath that had a little bit of pink peeking out from the hole on the top, but besides that, he had already receded. You could still tell that he'd had a full erection recently. It didn't go all soft until a bit longer while.
"Huh? You're saying I'm not big enough, huh?" he elbowed me again, and grope-grabbed my nearest pec playfully.
I snapped my teeth together, flicked my tail and let out a rumble, puffing my chest out as I reached out to grab his chest, too, playfully, of course, because this was a game, and I could enjoy it like the boy I was. We exchanged "blows" for a moment, he got me in a headlock, and we kissed a bit, before we calmed down and just laid there on the couch-bed again.
"It's really nice, "I told him. "But it doesn't quite prepare me for what that guy's packing. Not sure if I'm gonna walk right for a week, lol."
Jordon swiped me with his tail and harrumphed.
"So get a toy or something and stretch out. Or find a small horse."
I snickered.
"Hello, I'm looking for moderately sized equine penises..." I rumbled. "Wonder how that'd go down on Yiffer."
"Might boost someone's confidence," the tiger rubbed his chin. "Guess small horses exist, too..."
"Not in porn," I rumbled wryly.
Jordon frowned cutely when he thought about it, and then nodded, ears flicking about.
"Yeeeeeah, I guess that's right."
"Yep," I said, scratching my chest now, "yay for the viewers, not so yay for my sphincter."
The broad-chest tiger purred and made pouty-lips at me.
"I could kiss it better..." he accompanied his statement with lip-smacking sounds that made me snort.
"You got some serious oral fixation, dude!" I stated.
Jordon ran his tongue over his lips.
"Well, I do work with spoons that gotta be licked clean...gotta do a lot of tasting..."
So that was that. We traded bad jokes about my asshole until it was time for that shower, and then I was off in the street again, going to catch a bus home.
Home...
None of that here, though, not now that I propped my head against my paw and watched Kurt slowly open his eyes. He blinked, yawned, and scratched his belly, and saw that I was watching, and flicked a mottled ear at me.
"Thought you fell asleep for a while," I said, smiling.
Kurt chuckled.
"Not quite..."
I tipped my muzzle forward and kissed the corner of his maw, softly.
"I had fun," I smiled.
His purr felt so nice.
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