The Trophy Husband
#9 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Jimmy gets an embarrassing reminder of his job.
Well, I sure didn't remember that was there...
"What's that?"
Kurt was in bed, reading something on his pad and having a good time while I had, on a whim, opened the wardrobe and pulled out a couple of plastic storage boxes to see what kind of stupid old junk I had put in them over the years. I had led a life that had not really left too many material possessions in my wake, but I had my little share, sure, and now my paw was clutching one example of such a memento, and my snow leopard had caught me right in the act.
Well...I knew that there was no hiding the object, and I really didn't any reason to, and that's why I lifted the partially obscured item up from the box and presented it fully for his line of sight. It probably wasn't your usual souvenir, of course, since it was a sizeable plastic cock, standing proudly out of black plastic base. It rattled a little when I lifted it up, reminder of a broken part or two, perhaps, as I held it in my paw and let Kurt have a good look at it.
"Uhm..." I rumbled.
Kurt's pad-glow-illuminated face gave a me a quirky look, and I rotated the object in my paw so that I could read what was etched on the black base, on a small transparent plastic plate that had white letters on it.
"The 15th Annual Adult Entertainment Grand Prix for Best Ass of the Year, Under-30s' Category," I read out, "awarded to Lance Logan."
Kurt's ears flicked sharply as he eyed the shiny plastic phallus and me holding it, sitting on my haunches on the floor next to the box that contained a few bits and pieces of my past life in the adult industry. I wasn't sure whether to feel too accomplished about the flimsy plastic object in my paws. What kind of a message was that, huh?
"I didn't know you won awards," the snow leopard mused.
I rotated the embarrassing trophy in my paw and ruminated on that statement. A memory surfaced, too, of me on some stage, probably in a gay bar, clutching that stupid plastic dick that happened to be shining with some neon-colored light that came from within it - I think it had LEDs or something inside it - and how everyone screamed and whooped, and how some drag queen was telling me to show what I got...and of course I did, clad in only a jockstrap, and grinning lustfully as I shook my tush and lifted my tail to give everyone a great view on the award-winning posterior...more whooping...
Damn.
"A few, yeah," I said.
Kurt chuckled.
"A few?"
"Lance won _'_Naughtiest Newcomer' and a couple of years later he won this 'Best Ass' award, and Benny Thicker won 'Hottest Top' once, but that's it, I guess.," I said. "I think."
I gave the tacky object one more look and put it back into the box and stretched out my arms above my head to relief some of the tension that'd grown in my upper body from sitting hunched on the floor. I could hear my spine pop pleasantly upon that, and let out a little rumbling purr at the comfortable feeling. Kurt kept watching me from his vantage point on the bed.
"Did it mean much, careerwise?"
"Not much," I replied, "maybe it gave you some bragging rights for a while, and maybe a couple of job offers, but it wasn't that much all told. The audiences don't care about awards, they care about the fucking."
Kurt snuffled, and his thick, mottled tail smacked against bed in a broad flap against the springs.
"Naturally."
I gave a huffing breath as I got up from the floor and flopped myself down onto the bed next to my reclining snow leopard, curled up a knee for comfort, and coiled my tail about Kurt's outstretched legs. Getting close like this was fun, and relaxing, too, after a bout on the floor. Kurt smiled and scratched his fingers against the top of my head, and looked at me. I purred pleasantly at the sensation and put my arm around his waist, to tug the lithe male closer to myself. My fluffy mate smiled and even gave up his pad so that he could put his own paw against my hip and give it a small rub.
"Best ass, huh?" the snow leopard's words sounded mildly pointed as he spoke to me again.
I could feel where his fingers were going, slipping from over my hip bone and going backwards so that he could stroke my tailbase and the still quite nice and firm muscles there, too, I might say, so as not to imply that I had suddenly become a lardass in my retirement, and it felt nice, too, in a slightly different way than the mere cuddle would do, if you got my drift, lol.
"Yeah, back when I was a cute twink with a bubble butt," I pouted playfully, my tail flicking about and the tip batting the edge of the bed.
"Cute?" Kurt sounded incredulous, as he grabbed my tailbase through my pants. "You? Big bad lion?"
I rumbled happily at the sensation, felt a bit of a warmth in my loins for it, and leaned my rump back to meet the touch, while I rubbed the small of Kurt's back gently in return of the caress.
"Well, that's how I started in the business, like most do," I said, "cute twink bottom...then I started to work out more and when I bulked up, they wanted me to do some more topping. You know it's all stereotypes."
"It sure is," the snow leopard nodded gently.
I smiled and winked and kissed him, quickly, before I leaned back a little and pressed my ass more into the nice grip of his paw, on the base of my tail. His own tail kept flicking about, and I decided to return the compliment by pressing over the bony protrusion on his own lower back. Kurt let out a small purring moan and I knew that I'd found the right place there...based on my long experience, of course, lol.
It was Kurt's turn to kiss me, and soon I rolled on top of him and we had quite the nice making out going on, with his paws rubbing my...prize...and I had my paws gently gripping the collar of his shirt while my tongue washed his gums. He tasted of peppermint, delicious at that, too, and made me even more eager to explore his maw with my own, trying out all the different combinations our lips and jaws and tongues could combine in for our pleasure. Rocking my hips slowly against his own made for an even nicer feel, too, and I knew that I was putting out a lot of musky pre into my straining boxers. His paws groping all over my ass were pretty fun, too. I needed to get out of those pants.
There was the matter of my boyfriend, too, and being the horny bastard that I was, I pressed a paw against his belly and told him to stand put, while my other paw opened the Velcro on his waist before I simply tugged down his loose homepants and revealed the nicely sized erection, throbbing and glistening with his musk. I made sure to look him in the eyes and lick my lips before I dipped my head down to nuzzle on it - no, that wasn't my past working it, that's just because I like to do it! - and purred as I heard him rumble and groan at the sensation of my soft chin fuzz and my lips caressing his skin.
"Uhmmmmm...."
I began to stroke his hips while I teased his gently pulsing meat with my best tricks, including the tongue twirl, the hot breath, the cold breeze and the barb-buster, all of which soon had my lover's tail thrashing against the bedspread. I nudged his legs further apart so that I could bury my nosepad against his ballsack and breathe in the manly musk that a simple shower couldn't take away. I soon had those pleasant-smelling orbs jiggling with my almost canine-like lapping over his sack, and the moans that followed made my own arousal peak due to their sheer lustiness.
"Ohhh, damn..."
I took his tip between my lips and let the first inch or so slip within my maw before I began to humm, deliberately, to send the intense feelings coursing through his shaft. My fingers rubbing against the firm base of his dick, below his balls, could feel the tension all the way there, and his tail stroked against my chest, moving erratically now. I could taste the sweet liquid seeping out of him and swallowed thirstily, and let my tongue do its magical rounds around his tip again. A quick glance told me that he was already approaching the sheet-clutching phase, and I eased off for a moment, and let him gently flop out of my muzzle.
"Wanna carry on like this or...?" I panted softly.
"Gonna...pop..." the snow leopard replied.
I took that as a wholehearted yes and dived in again, and went my slurping way down along his shaft until my nose gently brushed against his sheath. It wasn't that big a feat, taking all of him, and I knew what an intense feeling it was - not to mention the sight of it, and I knew he was watching, because I looked, and our eyes met, and I smiled, my muzzle stuffed full of his cock, and then began to bob my head up and down as I knew that he was approaching the final stretch.
"Aahhhhh..."
I cupped his balls and rolled the fuzzy orbs in my palm, hoping to coax a couple of extra moans before the big O would take his voice, and I rubbed my thumb against the warm, bare patch of his tailhole, for a small special thrill to add to the myriad of sensations I was giving to my lover with my own body. Kurt let out a sound that was very close to a snarl, and I felt his body tense of, everywhere, and I prepared for it.
"Uhmmm..."
He unloaded in a series of musky spurts, over my tongue, which I quickly swallowed, enjoying the gentle bucking of his hips that drove him deeper into me, if only a little bit so, since he was about as deep as he could go, and I held onto him, suckling and taking him until his body finally relaxed and I knew that the pleasant orgasm-enhancing teasing would soon turn a raw feeling once he'd go over-sensitive. I slowly eased away and then laid myself on top of him, not minding the slick stain I was sure to get on my own shirt while I took him into my arms and kissed part of his musk into his own muzzle, which Kurt received with an eager purr. We lapped on each other's lips and enjoyed the afterglow, even though my own insistent boner still pulsed against his belly. That could be for now. This was better than the explosive heat. This was good.
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