Lion on Lion
#41 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Jimmy recalls that work was not always all play...but often, it was. The Lol lion returns once again!
Lion on Lion
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It's been quite some time since I wrote about our ol' Jimmy, so it was about time I fixed that error, isn't it? The lol lion is back in business, and sharing another of his lurid memories from his career in adult entertainment. As always, I look forward to your comments, and enjoy hearing from you!
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There are all sorts of furs in the business, from many walks of life, economical backgrounds, racial backgrounds, gender identity, family forms, sexual orientation, species, creed, religion...you name it, I've seen it, more or less. What is usually shared is some kind of an interest in sexual behavior, of course, namely of the kind that drains your balls (sorry, gals, love you too, but I don't know what you drain, lol!), and working in the sex industry, opportunities for that desired act were always around.
Let's be honest, some furs simply are sluts, and see the adult entertainment business as an opportunity to get as much tail as possible, on camera or off camera, behind the scenes or on a stage, whatever, as long as they get off with it.
Marriott was something...something alright. Maybe not a slut in the worst sense, and I never used that word as a derogative term, considering myself an equal opportunity slut, after all, but Marriott knew what he wanted and how to get it. Working as the fur stylist and makeup artist for a porn studio gave him a great excuse to get his paws on a lot of guys, of course, and he was not shy to use that privilege to his advantage.
It was another early morning, well, relatively early at 10 am, which wasn't bad for a porn star to get to the office, so to speak, and I was about to shoot a scene with Billy-Bob Bender, a rather hunksome wolf with a reputation as a horny bastard, and wonderful, fire hose-like cum shots, which always paid him good extra. My butt had been well-prepared for the challenge with some stretching exercises and a good clean-up, of course, but that s left some work before I was about to hit the cameras, and for that, Marriott came around.
It's not exactly a sexual experience, standing there naked in front of the tall full length mirror while the slim lion rummaged through his big cart filled with equipment and products, humming to himself while his tail danced behind him.
"Hmmm...maybe a little bit of shine..."
The bespectacled lion appeared with a spray can in his paw, shaking it with a clattering noise before he removed the top cap and aimed.
"And if you'd lift your tail, Lance..."
All business here, I thought, as I strut my butt up and raised my tail like an obedient kitty.
"And here we go..."
There was a hiss from the bottle, and a slight, brief sensation of cold, when he product was applied onto the dry furs on my bubble butt. In this age of full high definition and extreme close-ups, even small blemishes were picked up by the cameras and that put new pressure for everyone to look as perfect as possible, and to cover up any imperfections. While I was the all-American hunky, slightly kinky looking lion and much in favor, it still didn't do me harm that a little bit of cosmetic work was done. Putting the fur shine spray over my ass and my hips would mean that it'd look a bit more even on digital film, and a good fur tone would be a pleasure for the eye.
"And some more..." Marriott mused, grabbing my tail without as much as going for it, not asking for permission to handle such a personal part of my body before he sprayed some of the shine on its base and its sides, and along my back, too.
His grip wasn't too intense, but it was still there, and much of my tail was quite sensitive. At least he wasn't trying to pleasure me...but it wasn't a perfectly clinical touch, either. I could tell by the look on his face, which I could see through the mirror that allowed me a view of everything that was going on behind me.
"Oh yes, I think it looks quite good now..." he mused, stepping backwards a bit to admire the work he'd done on my butt.
"Thanks," I said as I turned around and spied on my own rump through the mirror now.
"Do you want me to touch up your anus?" the lion questioned, standing by his makeup cart again.
Under any other circumstances I might've retorted with a purr and a wink and a comehither look combined with a tail sway that was bound to attract such attentions onto my posterior, but here, in this situation, my reply was a quickly flicked ear.
"Well, what do you think?" I snuffled.
"Open wide!" the lion giggled.
Now he'd picked up a small makeup case from the cart and I, feeling rueful, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them, tilting my butt even further for his view while the lion bent over a little to check my pucker for photogenic qualities.
"Hmmm..." Marriott rumbled, and a fingerpad touched my taint, causing me to clench down, and a small twinge of pleasure to go through my groin. I felt a throb in my sheath that wasn't unpleasant, but then the finger was gone, having not touched my butthole. I let go of my ass cheeks and looked at him over my shoulder.
"It looks like you've had quite some time since your last trim," Marriott said.
"You think?" I questioned, not particularly looking forward to these news.
"Oh yes," Marriott declared as he dropped the makeup case onto the cart and opened one of its drawers to pull out a comb and a pair of scissors instead. "We better do something about that bush back there."
"Oh man," I shook my head as I assumed my previous position, grabbing the sides of my glutes so that my taint was a wide open crevice for the lion to see, as he approached, and knelt down behind me.
"Now then..."
It should've been the sexiest position ever...a guy on his knees behind me, staring at my crack, possibly with the intention of doing something kinky with it, but instead of that he combed through the fur on my taint and then started to cut with little snipping noises accompanied by tugging on my tender skin between my muscled cheeks.
"Can't let this swallow your hole, can we?" the lion chuckled cheerfully while he groomed my butt, little bits of fur falling down my thighs and onto the floor.
It felt so weird, both the attention and the feeling of the small, cold scissors rubbing against my skin. I knew it was a necessary maneuver for doing something like this, those extreme closeups of a cock sliding in and out of your ass were not very forgiving, since visibility was bad to begin with. An extra tuff of fur might cover up a lot of juicy detail that the furs jerking off were all eager to see, and we couldn't do that to paying customers, could we?
"Juuust a little bit more..." Marriott rumbled, his breath tickling the base of my raised tail.
It felt almost sensual, and I felt a bit chubby in my sheath, but I didn't think about that so much. He surely didn't mind, and it wasn't rare for me to get aroused during something like this. I was a big horny bastard, just like everyone in the industry. I would not be blamed for it. I might get butt-grabbed, more like...like I already did, in a way.
"Hmm...about done, I think..." Marriott stated with a few added snip-snips, and a purr from him, when the brush of the comb finally disappeared.
"Okay now?" I asked.
"I think so..." he sounded thoughtful, peering over his glasses at what must've been a rather fascinating sight for him, my spread butt, "it's much more prominent now..."
This mysterious 'it' being my asshole, I knew as much, but I guess having a 'prominent' tailhole was a bonus when you were bottoming in a porn scene. I let my ass cheeks go and they bounced against one another pleasantly before assuming their usual postures, and I turned to face the other lion, my tail swinging behind me, glad to be free to move the way it wanted to naturally.
"Well, thanks a bunch," I gave him a bit of a smile, because he was a friendly guy, and really good at what he did, "see anything else you want to touch up? Got anything in that box of yours that would make this look bigger?"
I pointed at my sheath, knowing that this awful humor would be right up his alley, and got a hearty giggle from the somewhat twinky lion while he laughed.
"You'd be surprised how many times I get asked that, stud" he chuckled, tail flipping behind him with cheek, "but that's not quite my business, you know...I don't stock Viagra in my cart..."
I chuckled and winked to him again, and I could hear his purr rumbling from his chest.
"Besides, yours is just big enough as it is, I hear..." he stated.
"Oh yeah?" I puffed my chest out a bit upon hearing that.
"There are stories..." Marriott replied, "testimonials..."
"Testimonials..." I raised my brow.
"Cameron's pops to mind," he chuckled, "complaining to me how he needed a lot of work for another shoot after you'd been through with him..."
Ah, Cameron...that lusty bunny with a tight little tush...what was it that I was saying about lust
I think we would've carried on our blunt dirty talk if it wasn't for the door opening and Jock poking his head through.
"You all set?" the horse nickered. "We're waiting on number 2!"
"He's ready!" Marriott chimed.
"Get your butt into pants and come on in, we're done with the sound and light check!"
"Catch you later, handsome!" Marriott flicked an ear at me while I stomped out of the room, buck naked as I was, to fetch the Calvin Klein briefs waiting in the locker room next door.
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"...aand wrap!"
I was lying on my back, panting appropriately with cum coating my chest and my belly, a mixed frothy mess of my own and that from the wolf still standing between my spread legs, one paw clutching his big, swollen cock, its huge knot still pulsing while he aimed his cock at me for the money shot.
Billy-Bob's lustful smirk disappeared as soon as the call was had, replaced by a more neutral expression. He looked more exhausted than anything else, and I knew as much, feeling like that myself. My back was sore, my butt was sore...exhausted alright...and my cock, while still hard, throbbed only mildly now, planning to retract into its sheath soon after a long time being hard.
"That alright?" the wolf asked, looking over me still, I knew, towards where Max was sitting with his computer screens.
"We got the cum shot from three angles, it looked great," the polar bear replied. "Good work, you two!"
"Thanks," I panted.
"Yeah, thanks," the muscled wolf replied as he stepped back, "Rico, you mind?"
Our fluffer appeared from the sidelines, carrying a bunch of paper towels and a bottle of water, which the wolf accepted with a small nod. He took a big swig even as he started to mop himself up a bit, while I still laid there on the bed, covered in both of our loads.
"Bring the wet wipes for me, dude," I told the jaguar, from smiled to me, pierced tongue flashing between his teeth before he headed out.
"I'm going to start editing this today," Jock said, his camera lowered by now but still held in his hands, "we've got some really hot footage."
"I think it went great," Ron, the assistant cameraman, added.
I gave him a small grin, since he was looking at me with that usual expression of pent-upness the raccoon seemed to embody whenever he was filming with us. He appeared almost flustered at my response to his look, though and hurried himself with his camera cable.
"Here you go," Rico told me, the jaguar handing me over some wet wipes.
"Thanks!"
I tried to get as much of the goop off myself as I could, but there was plenty, and the strong-smelling stuff even over powered the dainty aloe vera on the wipes. My tailhole felt quite sloppy, too, even if we hadn't done bareback in the scene. You really needed a lot of lube for the kind of knotwork that we'd done...in multiple closeups...over many takes to get as many angles and as much footage as Max wanted of that bulb of flesh slipping into my asshole. A quick touch made me almost hiss...yep...I was going to be tender alright, but that was to be expected.
"Looking good," the jaguar told me, his eyes feasting on my toned body while I kept up with my cat wash.
"Thanks, Rico."
His eyes flashed hopefully, but he knew that I wasn't going to try to pick him up. We'd fooled around before, and he was a bit too clingy for my liking, considering the kind of sexual relations that spawned on a place like this. So I was just polite, and thanked him for doing his work.
"Well, everyone's free to go, if we need anything more, we'll be in touch," Max declared, "thank you, everyone."
In moments like that, everyone really minded their own business. Cables were wound up, lamps were turned off...cum mopped away...and soon furs were filing out. Billy-Bob and I hit the showers, taking a quick scrub while we did not speak much to one another. There was no high-fiving for a good job done, or going out for a beer afterwards. Both of us seemed much too weary for something like that, and I didn't wonder why. Canines were always a challenge...maybe not as much as a horse, but that knot...damn...I'd be feeling soppy for a few days now.
We exchanged goodbyes in the locker room, and I checked my Facebook and email and stuff on my phone. It was only about four, not late at all yet, but I felt exhausted. I was going to be a bit sore, and I didn't feel like doing any of my usual stuff, such as the mall, the gym, or any other kind of an outing. I just really wanted to head to my place and get lazy and do nothing. Maybe I deserved that after a job well done.
I was walking down the quiet corridor when a voice called out.
"Hello, handsome!"
I swung about and saw Marriott's head poking out of a doorway, his eyes looking at me through his glasses.
"Dude," I replied.
He stepped out of the room, in a generally outrageous ensemble of a lavender shirt and white flared pants, looking happy with himself while he approached.
I gave him a tired look but he cave over none the less, one paw rubbing his chin.
"Aww, you've hidden my paw work, I see," he said, eyes lingering on my butt and my hips.
"It got pretty badly messed up I'm afraid," I replied, with some humor, since he was being cheeky, I might as well be.
"Oh I bet, knowing what Billy-Bob is capable of," Marriott stated, licking his lips a little.
Lazy little perv.
"Well, yeah," I rumbled.
"Getting off now?" he asked, voice loaded with double entendre.
He stood close, a few inches shorter than I was, slighter in build, smirking as he looked up to me, confidently and I might say, cockily, while he remained there, in my personal space.
"As a matter of fact," I said calmly.
"Too bad," his pawpads tapped the collar of my shirt, truly intrusive now, "here I was hoping someone would help me with something..."
"Uh huh?" I raised my brow.
He was still purring, giving me the eye.
"Oh, just a new design I wanted to try on someone before I need to put it into action..."
"In your studio?" I pointed at the door he had exited from, my arm brushing his shoulder while I did so.
His breath hitched.
Damn he was easy, and I wasn't even doing anything for it.
"Maybe I could spare you a moment," I said.
"Would you really?" Marriott spoke, his voice going lower now.
I let my arm fall down, and grabbed his tail, much like how he'd handled mine before in the makeup room.
"Let's cut the crap," I grumbled, tugging on his tail while he let out a surprised gasp.
"Ah..."
I turned him around by his shoulders and pushed him ahead of me into the studio, the door still open so that it was only a matter of pulling it wide and then shoving the lion into the room that smelled of a hairdressing saloon, and even had one of those chairs and the table with a mirror and lots of lamps on it, almost like out of an old movie's idea of a backstage.
He scampered into the room, pushed by me, and I closed the door behind us, suddenly enclosed with him in the small space. I growled and grabbed him again, turning him around once more so that we were facing, and I grabbed his butt, pulling our groins together while I mashed our lips into a kiss.
I shoved my tongue into his muzzle and ground onto his belly, feeling the blood rush into my slightly sore dick. It was mostly just the fact I'd been aroused for such a long time before finally blowing my load in the shot, but being a cat, we recharged quickly, which meant that by now I was more than ready to perform again.
And in a way I was, too, for this was no fuck buddy sex or lover sex, this was porn star sex, and Marriott was eager for just that, the stuff he sometimes watched from the sidelines, when he was part of a particularly messy shoot when his retouching was needed more often than not...though sometimes to make things look even sloppier than they were.
If that's what he wanted, he was going to get that.
"Been waiting for this all day?" I growled to him once I'd done licking his muzzle wetly, almost drooling onto his gaping maw while I kept his chin in my grasp.
"Hmhphpyesshh..." he slurred, trying to lick on my fingertips while he pawed on my chest.
I dropped a paw from his ass and released my fly, using just one paw to get my pants and then my Aussiebums down enough so that my cock could spring out and into action. I let go of his muzzle and pushed on his shoulder instead.
"Come on then."
He landed down with a thump and mashed his muzzle against my groin, even without the help of my paw on top of his head. I growled and purred and threw my head back, humping a little so that my slick cock rubbed all over his face and smeared some fresh precum onto his cheek while he stroked my thighs and my balls.
"Suck."
Total porn star mode, I thought darkly while he gobbled down onto me with the expertise of a long term leisure cock sucker. There were no porn star tricks there, no excessive slurping or keeping his muzzle stupidly open so that the cameras could see what was going on. No, there was just the good slide of tongue, lips, and the roof of his maw against my tip while he bobbed his head slowly back and forth, his nosepad flaring while he inhaled my musk straight from the source.
I let him do the work, leaning my thighs against his makeup table while he worked on me, both paws on me while he enjoyed my dick. In a porn he'd probably been stroking himself off, too, or at least groped himself through some pair of designer underwear. Marriott concentrated on me, likely getting off on that better than if he'd been self-administering some relief. Being pent up could make giving head all that much more tantalizing...
My eyes fluttered open and close, catching glimpses at his cheerful eyes, his slowly moving muzzle and his swinging tail. It was like one of those light cones they used for guiding airplanes on the field...turn...turn...turn...
"Get up," I told him.
He stood, some drool over his chin which he brushed away with his paw before getting up, standing face to face with me again.
"Got any lube on you?" I asked.
The cheeky bastard winked at me through the glasses he still wore and walked over to his goddamn makeup cart, and produced a bottle of lube from a bottom drawer.
How appropriate, I thought harshly, as I took the bottle in my paw and put it on the table.
"How do you want it?" I grunted.
"Oh I know..." Marriott slurred, his voice thick with arousal as he stepped next to me, putting his paws flat against the table, perching himself there in a suitably bent over posture.
"I like to watch," he said, grinning at me before he assumed a position where he was looking at himself on the mirror.
"Kinky," I slapped his ass and was rewarded with a flap from his tail while I fumbled with his ridiculous pants and managed to get them down with a bit of help from Marriott. I grabbed his ass cheeks and rubbed them roughly for a few moments, enough to get him push them back to me, his back arching in classic presentation of his now bare rump.
I took a hold of his tail and pulled on it heavily while I operated the lube bottle one-pawed and squirted enough onto my paw. I kept weight on his tail while I wormed my fingers against his pucker, which I found to be dry on the outside and moist and clean on the inside, after a few pokes, and he certainly had no trouble welcoming my digits in him, wriggling through his ring and into his rectum while I spread the goop there.
"You want it?"
"Oh yesplease," he murmured, his tail swinging even while I kept it captive on my grip.
At least he didn't beg for it. He wasn't in any way embarrassed either of wanting it hard in the ass. That was a quality in a man. Those blushing twinks were fun for only that much long. Having sex with someone who knew what they really wanted and lived for that was something else altogether.
He whimpered when I found his prostate and punched it with my fingertips, making him grunt and clench on me.
I decided that he was ready, and added some lube on me. I only gave myself a couple of strokes before I prodded his hole with my tip, making it dance for me.
I put a paw on the small of his back and gripped, pressing a little, while I thrust.
"Here you go."
The hisses and growls were genuine enough, I could gauge from how his ass stretched out for my fat shaft while I bore into him, taking him relatively slowly, though without much of a pause to let him get used to it before I gripped both of his hips and began to pound his chute. His glasses had become a bit askew due to him being so suddenly skewered, but he was looking back at me through the mirror with lust-affected eyes, purrs rumbling from his chest and throat and his tail standing almost upright, the tip drooping to the side.
I kept a stern face while I fucked him, doing it slowly, but hard. I might've cummed at the end of the scene, but that was just from me jerking myself off to blow a big load all over myself. This was what men did, they filled holes, even on twinks like Marriott. He wasn't a bad-looking guy...and he filled out nicely, taking me easily, though without being too loose. He had some control down there, too, sucking on me occasionally while I was pulling out.
I leaned over him, putting my paws next to his so that I was leaning my body over his, hunching into him so that our manes ruffled together while I mated his ass with my long shaft. He took it like a champ, I had to give that to Marriott, and enjoyed every moment of it, too, the king of the jungle showing him who was the boss.
At some point he cummed, felt by the coiling of his body and the hiss and the stench of cum, but I kept going, going until I bit his neck ruff and spewed sheet all over his heated rectum, making him gasp and cum again, I thought, while letting true pleasure fill my body once again.
No show, no gimmicks, just sex.
His makeup cart had some wet wipes, too.
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