Bad Move
#15 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
It was one of those lazy afternoons I spent over at Owen's place, considering he didn't work every day, and I was barely working anymore to begin with, so it seemed like a perfect match, to spend some quiet time together, maybe have a drink or two, chew the fat, listen to me moan. He was good at listening, a big, cozy lion sprawled on his divan in an eyesore of a Hawaii shirt, non-judgmental like...well...I suppose, like any furs who didn't know the realities of the business would be, so it was a relief. It felt so good to be able to talk...share experiences...talk...you know...and he gave great manly hugs too.
It was during one of those hugs that I kissed him. Nothing new there. We'd done some lip-bruising making out on a few scenes together, let alone the bit of live stage work that Owen had managed to sort out for me, making me his assistant in a cornucopia of carnal activities for the amusement of a lively, rowdy crowd in the dirtiest clubs around. I knew what it felt to kiss him. Nice bear muzzle, soft lips, breath that was flavored of some mint liquor he'd put in the drinks today. Big, warm musclegut and a nice, firm chest under me as I leaned closer and groped his sides for a good feel of his big, comfortable body, while I kissed him, tried to get my tongue past his lips and really taste his maw.
Didn't happen. He pulled his muzzle back, and a paw grabbed my paw, the one that was feeling up the curve of his ass, and pushed that one away, too. His eyes lacked the usual charming sparkle when our eyes met, my maw a bit open and panting in the heat and the unmistakable arousal our brief encounter had brought on in my body. Owen didn't look amused.
"What're you doing?" the polar bear grumbled.
I looked at him, he still held my paw, and I just...frowned...lol. Owen let out a deep huff.
"Right," he grumbled.
I must've looked extra confused as he shuffled himself on the couch, to put some distance between me sitting there and looking dumb while he was still frowning, too.
"What?" I snorted, starting to get a bit annoyed with this strange reaction to a small kiss.
The big bear sighed and rubbed the back of his neck while looking at me sternly.
"I think you've misunderstood something here, Jimmy."
I shrugged.
"Don't know what misunderstanding there is in what I was doing," I said, "just having some fun that's all."
"Yeah," he said curtly, "that's what I was saying."
I made a face.
"I dunno what you're talking about."
"You really don't," he shook his head, "damn..."
"You don't want to," I spat, my neck furs spiking up.
He let out a hollow chuckle.
"It's not that," Owen said, "you're hot as fuck, Jimmy, but it's just that I don't do it."
I must've given him such a dumb look, because soon he was snorting again.
"Do what?" I asked. Stupid me.
He was scratching his neck again, one big, huge white arm moving about.
"Angelo and I are not in an open relationship, Jimmy," the polar bear said. "I don't just fuck around, with or without his permission."
I blinked.
"But you're a porn star."
"I'm not a star," he said sternly. "And that's just work, and we've got an agreement about that, and everything else is between us."
I must've been gawking. My muzzle felt slack. How could I've not even contemplated that...that...Owen...the hot, sexy Owen...the big daddy..that...that he could turn me down? That he simply didn't do such a thing because he already had a perfect, handsome, sexy, likely hot as fuck in bed of a tiger to do all the sexy things he wanted to do, and some comfort bored sex with me was out of the question?
"How does that even work?" I asked. "How can you truly separate it?"
The bear gave me another look and a snort.
"We just do. It works for us. We just have to trust each other like that."
"And he doesn't mind that you fuck furs for cash?" I asked. "You've fucked me for cash!"
"It's just how I make money," he responded, "It has nothing to do with our private life."
"Is that even possible?"
"You better believe it, if you want to be welcome in this house in the future, Jimmy," he breathed darkly.
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