Look at Me Lion
#36 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Heheh, here's the first story of 2014, let's make this a good one!
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Sometimes Kurt likes looking at my "portfolio" so to speak . It's a file of photographs of me, something you'd imagine a model to have, you know, lol, obviously, but in my case of course it's a bit more racy than that. There're some outright hardcore photos there, too, with me in various compromising positions, but mostly it's just me posing solo or with others, suggestive rather than outright porny, I guess, to show the kind of variety I do.
It can be fun, sometimes, seeing all the head fur styles, the clothes, the co-stars, the poses meant to be sultry and suggestive, the state of roundness my ass happened to be at the moment, or my muscles, or the like. Kurt would spend quite some time looking at each picture, too, zooming here and there, rumbling appreciatively, with a nice bulge on his boxers...one I'd be prone to rub and play with, besides our constant little tail play between our splayed legs, laid on the bed like we were.
Tonight he found some Benny Thicker pictures he hadn't seen before, and that made him pretty curious alright.
"Is it compulsory for daddies to wear all this?" he asked me, pointing at a picture of me sitting on a bed wearing leather pants and a leather harness, brandishing a riding crop and trying to look really kinky.
I chuckled and kicked his ankle, softly, with my bare footpaw, and snorted.
"No, but that happens to be from the time when I was doing some bondage and kink stuff," I said, "we had a whole range of rubber and leather fetish stuff being made, and I was doing it because there was some money in it."
Kurt touched the screen of the pad to bring out another one, me and a wolf standing side by side, showing off asses in some tight PVC pants, tails raised provocatively while we put up dirty expressions.
"Ouch...those look almost painful!" Kurt chuckled.
I smirked fondly and looked at the picture myself, observing that I was in a pretty good shape and that my ass looked great.
"Believe me, I almost wanted an ice pack for my balls afterwards."
"Poor nuts," Kurt mused.
"Hahahah."
"Is there a picture from the front?" he questioned.
"I'm not sure if there's one for that set," I said, "I don't have that many pictures in the end, but I'm sure there was one originally..."
"Might be something to see," he said.
"Those were super tight," I said," I do remember it, heh...though pretty often they incorporate kind of a pouch for extra kink and to show off your package."
Kurt raised his brow.
"Well we know you've got a lot to show off..." he looked meaningfully down my relaxed body, complete to my happily bulging boxers.
"Hah," I scratched my chest, "even my natural talents weren't quite enough I'm afraid. I was marketed as having nine inches even though I barely have eight."
"Barely being a relative term here," Kurt said. "You're still much bigger than I am. Huge, positively!"
"So I'm huge now?" I chuckled. "In porn, you gotta be in the horse territory to be properly huge..."
"Well I bet the old saying isn't all for nothing, is it now?" Kurt mused
"Nope," I said, "Especially in porn, it's pretty much a requirement for horses. Even bottoms need at least a foot to make the cut."
Kurt winched.
"My poor butthole..."
"Or mine," I huffed.
"Hmmmph," Kurt made a sound.
"The smallest I saw...hmm...in nature was about nine," I confessed, "Outside work, that is, so I think that the saying does apply."
"Is a humongous prick compulsory in porn?" Kurt asked.
"Well it helps when you don't have any other redeeming qualities," I mused, thinking back to all those years, "but generally a good body helps, too, and personality that's either easy to work with or something that appeals to the target audiences. It's all a bit tricky, but yeah, it's not all about a big cock."
"So you weren't just a cat dick on legs..." Kurt spoke, looking at the picture of me leering at the camera, my tail held on a leather-gloved paw while I showed off my gorgeous man-ass-ets.
"I was in the business for a long time, I had to re-imagine myself a few times," I explained, "I started out as a kind of a naughty high school kid, graduated to being a constantly randy college guy and then it was a slow evolution between...hmm...a kind of a gym eat to some everyman roles to...well, I guess sometimes there's not even a pretence of roles, you just are this guy who fucks on film. As Benny I did some daddy fetish stuff, I guess, muscle worship, some kinks, bondage...daddy-son fetish too, obviously...breaking in young performers..."
"Did you enjoy that?" Kurt winked.
"Which now?" I questioned, my cheeks a bit warm from all the talk about the dirty stuff I did. He was still my boyfriend-significant other, this wasn't exactly a very casual conversation, like they ever were, even if Kurt kept it light on his side.
"That daddy stuff?"
"I guess it was fun," I said, "got to meet some new furs...got to have some fun...as fun as making porn is, anyway...though it was a role for me, like it's for most. Believe me, I've met some true daddy characters who really get into it...that wasn't for me, really."
"So were you into these clothes?" Kurt tapped my photographed ass, causing the reactive screen to zoom itself so that my butt filled the entire screen.
Well at least it looked good!
"Not for how they felt or the like, " I replied, "but I liked the fact they made it so visible...you know..."
"...you liking to showing off and all," Kurt nodded, well aware of my tendency for exhibitionism (but thankfully not in the brown raincoat sense!) and all that jazz.
"Hmm, yeah," I said. "There was that, of course. I liked the idea that everyone would look at it and so little was left for imagination."
"Yeah..." Kurt plucked the screen to push my ass back into proportion and show the rest of me, briefly, before he flicked out another picture, to show me lying on a random bed, looking at the camera naughtily while I plunged my most personal lion parts into a transparent plastic cylinder.
Now my cock twitched, looking at that picture, and seeing Kurt peek at it, too, my sexy expression, my rich mane, and the red shade of my dick buried inside the plastic tube.
"Fleshjack, huh?" Kurt said.
"Heheh," I scratched my belly, and resisted the temptation to let my paw go a bit lower, heheh, lol, "yeah, I think that might be promotional material for my personalized model."
"...excuse me, but how do you personalize..."
"Well they took kind of a mould..." I replied sheepishly.
"...of your ass?"
"Yeah," I chuckled, "it was so sticky, I got this strange plastic stuff on me for days afterwards..."
"That's just..."
"Another day in the office," I said, "they made a dildo of me, too. I think it's still being sold, at least online, somewhere."
"Do you have one?" Kurt asked, suddenly.
"Yeah, I do," I replied, "though it's kinda embarrassing, since like I said, I received a bit of...inflation for the...hmm...screen credits..."
"Nice way to put it," he said.
"...so they added a bit to it in the design process."
"Why do I imagine a kind of a 3D image of your dick rotating on a computer screen and someone dragging on sliders to make it change size and shape..." Kurt chuckled, purring.
I smirked and sneaked my paw under his arm, and to cup over his groin, to give him a small, naughty squeeze.
"I know a much more low-tech way to make a dick change its size...and much more fun..." I kept on smiling while I massaged his swollen sheath, listening to his low rumbles and purrs.
"You don't say?"
"I think I do."
I took the pad and put it aside before I rolled on top of him, my body framing and covering him while I crawled up for a kiss, Kurt still partially sitting with numerous pillows behind his back, so that we were quite nicely angled for some kissing fun, my tail swishing about, our hips pressing together, too, as much as our lips. Such a blessing it was for me that Kurt could accept me, with my past and all, and just...welcome me so openly, with his soul and his body, letting us be intimate on all the important ways.