Gerald
#16 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
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He'd already fucked me in the ass by the time when he finally counted two and two together.
"Hey, man, I don't wanna sound weird but aren't you...?"
I, sprawled on the messy bed, feeling quite contently humped by that time, my tail relaxed too, the tip flopping over the side, even, my paws spread, one resting close to the slowly rumbling Rottweiler, as I turned my head just enough to glance at him.
"Benny?" I stated the obvious.
The Rottweiler's brow quirked briefly as he rolled to his side, head propped on an elbow, looking at me curiously, from head to toe, my semi-chubby cock and all, surely, all taken into consideration while he looked at me intently.
"No...I mean...back when I was a kid and jacking off to gay porn....you look so much like that lion...that dude..."
Back when he was a kid...indeed...he was younger than I was...maybe he was thirty...I wasn't quite sure...he didn't have a babyface by no means...no...the chiseled, compact body spoke of hours spent working on it, just the kind of a narcissistic workout body so many gay men adored and wanted, even if they themselves didn't have such muscles...nicely toned furs...the whole package. Quite well hung, too, my smarting asshole reminded me. I could see the tip poking out from his dark, fuzzy sheath, still. Nice.
"You mean Lance," I proposed.
The Rottweiler grinned and wagged his tail.
"That's it!" he snapped his fingers. "I was so sure you looked familiar, dude..."
Well, I was a dude still...that was promising. The stench of hot cum in the air was promising, too. I grinned and puffed out my chest a bit.
"That's me," I said.
"Wow..."
They often said wow.
"Well I'll be...do you still do porn?"
"Every now and then," I said, not really liking that fact, for work really been slow, "though name's Benny nowadays. New image and all that jazz from the studio."
"I thought you quit," the Rottweiler looked at me curiously again. "I mean, the videos stopped coming..."
"I just re-imagined myself, that's all," I said, "I was starting to get bit big to fit to the mold Lance was in, so...I became Benny...."
His ears flicked.
"Wow...really thought that you quit already. That's cool."
"Still here," I rumbled, trying to sound a bit more macho for now, just like the beefcake daddy I was supposed to be.
"Heheh..."
He was scratching his balls now, tail still wagging as he looked at me. His bedroom was alright. Not too big. Sparsely decorated. Man-hole, I thought. Just a place to crash. Or fuck. Not one to spend much time considering interior design. Hadn't dated so many interior designers in my life. Fucked a few, of course. Guess he wasn't one, either.
Those balls looked pretty nice, all taut in his sac as he had his fingers around them. It made my own cock pulse a little, thinking about that virile organ and those hefty balls. I let out a pleased rumble and replaced his paw with my own, giving him a good-natured horny grin.
"Why don't you let Lance take care of you instead?" I said in my best porno voice.
The Rottweiler let out a deep rumble, flashed some teeth, and tilted his knee to give me more space. Soon I had him lying on his back, legs spread while I bobbed my head up and down on his thick tool. I rubbed a fingerpad against his tailhole and massaged his balls while he rubbed my headfurs and murmured that I was a good kitty. My own cock was rock hard and dripping.
"Enough of that stuff...wanna fuck that muzzle of yours."
Deep, low, dominant voice. Not aggressive...he wasn't pulling on my mane when he said it, just a little tug and that was it, to get my maw off his shaft. It flopped against his belly and was left there to throb against his silky furs.
We traded places so that it was me lying down, head propped against some pillows, and he straddled me. I got to grope his tight little butt while he pistoned his cock in and out of my muzzle and made all sorts of dirty sounds while his slippery pole plowed into my muzzle. I even gagged a couple of times, and the extra wet glistening tool seemed to throb extra hard against my tongue, covered in pre-cum.
"Ahh...yeah...play with my knot....yeah...oh yeah...yeah...fuck yeah..."
I squeezed down on his knot just as he made a final shove forward and creamed my muzzle with his spunk. I had to gulp a couple of times to get most of it out of the way, and still I was left with a thick, tangy covering, once he flopped back onto the bed, panting and cussing a bit. My lips had a little trail of saliva mixed with cum hanging from them, all the way to my chin. He'd pretty much marked me like that. I reeked of sperm. Man-musk. Sex.
It was familiar. It was okay. It was a bit sleazy. He licked his own lips, as if savoring the taste of his conquest of once famous porn star ass and muzzle.