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Washing Up

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Here's another installment to this saga, more about our ol' lol friend! Hope you like it, and I look forward to your comments!

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"CUT!"

"Well, wow!" Doug grinned once I'd dismounted him and flopped onto the rustling bed. "That was something!"

"Yeah," I commented breathlessly, sitting to the side.

"That went A-OK!" Jock nickered, putting his camera down, "I think we've got about two hours of footage to work with...this'll be good, I bet!"

"Glad to do a good job!" Doug replied. He sounded laid back now and positively nonpulsed by the fact that he was sitting there and covered in our mixed juices, whether it was his own whizz or our combined jizz, some of which was dripping from his whiskers.

"TOWELS FOR THE GUYS!" Max bellowed.

"We better hit the showers soon, heheh," the black panther was already asking from me, "we made a mess."

"I think so," I said, and then looked at Jock, "what do you think, Jock? Need us some more?"

"We'll do a quick review with Max and get back to you," he said, "don't leave the premises before Max tells you to, though, okay?"

"Sounds like the standard practice," Doug nodded, "fine by me, I'm not in a hurry."

"Of course," I added. "I'll be here."

I looked at the panther, the darkened patches on his generally black fur, and the obscene streaks all over his muzzle. I wondered if he was starting to get uncomfortable with all that staff getting cold on him. I sure knew that from my own experience with this kind of stuff. You'd just want to jump to the shower and scrub it all out as soon as possible, and then lounge under the hot water and do at least a couple of rounds of soaping up. And I felt like that now even if I hadn't really partaken, other than being there close by. I'd gotten some of it onto my thighs when I went on top of him, so it was no wonder I wanted to get to it soon. Doug looked much worse, but he didn't seem to mind.

Reece sailed over by then, with a plastic dispenser box of Pampers baby wipes, which he dropped onto the bed next to a rather heavily scented puddle.

"Here," he said.

"Thanks, Reece!" I grinned.

"Thanks, man!" the panther said.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of yellow kitchen gloves which he then proceeded to put on his paws while looking impassively at the two of us there, naked and covered in piss. Maybe that's why...but then he grabbed the discarded double dildo from the bed, where it glistened ominously, and I guess that was why.

"REECE, GET THE MOP WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THAT!" Max bellowed from his workstation, safely outside the range of anything unsavoury going on at the bed. "AND CHANGE THE SHEETS! DOUG MADE A MESS!"

The malamute glanced at the messy bed, and us sitting there, his face in a kind of a 'oh really' expression, before he replied a "Yep!" to Max and walked away, tail flagging between his legs.

"Hmmph..."

Doug dapped his muzzle with a wet wipe, which prompted me to go for the open box, too. I started with my thighs, because they felt the nastiest, and used one on each before crumbling and dropping them onto the bed. I knew that was more work for Reece, but that's what he did, lol, and I really had to get some of it off me before I dared to walk back over to the locker room and the showers. The third was swiped over my slowly wilting erection, covered in my own goo, for most part.

"Damn, these smell nasty," Doug wrinkled his nose at one of the wet wipes.

I mean, whut? Lol...they smelled weird because they didn't really smell like nothing, except maybe a little bit of soapy water...they were meant for babies, after all, babies were sensitive...like porn stars, I guess. Was that why we used so much baby wipes and baby oil in our business...lol lol lol lol!

"Guess we better head to the shower as soon as we're not dripping too much to the floor," I mused.

"We'll be fine," Doug smirked as he crumpled up one of the baby wipes in his paw and tossed it down to the bed, "though I don't think I wanna put anything on before that...is it okay to streak to the changing room?"

I chuckled.

"Lol, do you think anyone minds around here?" I said.

"Well I'm the new guy," Doug replied. "Think I'm done here, if you don't mind."

"Nope, let's go," I said.

So yeah, we walked out of the studio in the buff, probably smelling quite interesting as we walked, one after another, down the corridor, until we reached the locker room.

"Well woohoo!"

There was someone in the locker room when we entered, and that someone was Kaiden, doing some kind of a panting sledging dog impression, as the husky looked at us and grinned.

"Hey-o!" Doug lifted a paw in a greeting was about as casual as it could get, since he was also naked and I think I could see a little bit of cum on his ear.

"Hello!" the cheeky husky replied, "hi, Jimmy!"

"Hey," I told him, not bothered by his open appraisal of our nudity, which seemed to be making the front of his lime green Kiwibum boxer briefs...stand out, so to speak, lol.

"Wassup?" the dog peered at us, "you coming off a shoot?"

"Emphasis on coming," Doug replied sweetly.

"Hahah, dude!" the dog laughed.

Well it was kind of a weak effort, but at least everyone was having fun.

"You did a number on ol' Jimmy's butt?" the dog wagged his curled tail.

"Not yet," I rumbled and puffed out my chest and mane, just because I could, and I liked showing it all off.

"I think he was called Keith," the black panther said, his tail looping about behind his own cute rump.

"Who's Keith?" Kaiden's ears perked as if he was trying to hear the pawsteps of another approaching hunk.

"You should ask Reece about him," I chuckled.

The husky frowned.

"Why him?" he said. "He's not even gay, why would he do anything with a sexy Keith?"

"I think he's just giving him a sponge bath," I continued.

"How do you know he's sexy?" Doug asked.

"Oh come on...." the dog whinnied.

"And he's really well hung," Doug joined in on the joke.

"Now you're just being mean!" the dog yelped.

"Sorry," Doug said. "But if you go now maybe you could still catch him."

"Well, I gotta go anyway," the husky said, "Rylan's finished with Ethan so I should be there to shoot a photo set for my whipped cream solo...so...thanks for helping me fluff up a bit!"

He gave a squeeze to the lump on the front of his Kiwibums and then headed out, tail wagging happily...and so did his butt...at least it looked like his buns were wagging, too, before they disappeared out of the door. Doug was certainly watching it happily, once I glanced in his direction after my own eyes could be removed from such a welcoming sight. The black panther noticed my gaze, and smiled. His paw was definitely giving some tender loving care to his own sheath. That caused a small stir in mine, despite the fact that I'd spooged spectacularly all over the hot-bodied panther a few minutes ago.

"He's cute!" Doug purred.

"That's Kaiden," I said, "I think he kinda forgot to introduce himself once he saw you, though."

"I don't mind," the cat smirked. "Though I really feel like that shower, now."

"Yeah, just through there - " I pointed the door to the showers from the locker room.

"Yeah, I know that already!" he grinned and headed for the door, tail swinging like a rope behind him, "you coming?"

"Definitely!" I replied.

We romped into the shower room, which was unoccupied for the moment. I welcomed its shiny clean tiled coolness, too. Much of the studio was run down, but at least this...hmm...staff area was up to whatever standard there existed.

"It's pretty good!" Doug seemed to have had the same thoughts, while he looked about the windowless, though well-lit room.

"Yeah, I think it was redone before I came here, but it looks good still," I said.

"Does that cute malamute clean it?"

I laughed, and it sounded very loud in the tiled space.

"Hahah, no," I rumbled. "Reece is kind of the jack of all trades around here, but he doesn't come here."

"Is he really straight?"

"You interested?" I suggested wryly.

"He's kinda cute in a...gruff sorta way..." Doug mused.

"Well, sorry, he's straight, as far as I know," I replied.

"Aww..."

"Don't think Kaiden minds that," I said, "so...uh...here's the...well, towels, shampoo, conditioner...emergency enema kits..."

"How thoughtful!" he smirked.

"Accidents happen," I told him solemnly.

"But they always end up on the cutting room floor," he winked, that same, boyish, cocky charm in it that stared at some many horny guys from their computer screens when they clicked on one of his videos.

"Yeah, we don't do that sort of stuff here," I said. "I don't think anyone does."

"Not even Guzzlers," he said.

Somehow I could imagine what kind of porn that sort of a studio filmed, if that indeed was a studio name, and he seemed to state it like that.

"An old employer?" I asked.

"I did a few videos, but they paid shit so I went looking for a better deal," he replied while walking over to the shelves, "so, can I just grab anything or...?"

"Yeah, just help yourself," I said as I followed his butt - uhm, him, to the shelves, "the towel hamper is in the locker room."

"Okay, cool!" he smiled as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo specified for black fur and headed to the shower side of things. I took something for myself and chose a showerhead next to the one Doug had taken. He was just putting his shampoo onto the small glass shelf on the wall, and studied the controls. He noticed my gaze, and poked his tongue in my direction.

"No cubicles," he murred.

"No," I chuckled, "we've actually filmed here a few times. They'd be on the way."

"Well it's perfect for some watersports," he winked again as he turned on the shower and let out a rumble when the rush of water hit him, soaking him wet from ears to tail.

I chuffed and turned on my own shower, while Doug enjoyed the warm water on himself, head turned to the spray after which he shook some off his muzzle and let it run over his back instead. I ran my paws through my belly and mane, to get the water onto the soft underfur and my skin, and I slowly started to relax, too. The shoot had been quite the workout, and I knew my muscles would be aching tonight...from being on my back. But it was a surprisingly difficult pose to maintain so that the line of vision would be constant with the cameras, which put a real strain on my body alright.

"So...Jimmy?"

"Yup?" I looked over, ducking my head past the water so that it ran over my body, not my face, and saw that he was rubbing his own body, too, much like me. Some shared cat habits, there. That was nice to see, especially on such an eye-pleasing body.

"Can I call you Jimmy?" he asked. "I mean, they called you that."

"Yeah, sure, sure," I said, "nobody except Max calls me Lance outside the set, really. He's got a thing for it, I guess."

"Hah, okay," he said, "nice meeting you."

"Same to you," I said.

I almost expected him to share some non-stage name at that point, but since he went to washing his tail, I presumed that was not going to be the next step. So, I turned my water off, which sent the last trickle to my muzzle, and grabbed the shampoo. Its tangy fruit scent wasn't a nuisance this time around, and I knew that it was pretty good at washing away and leaving me nice and fluffy, in the end.

Off went his water, too. The shampoo bottle cap popped. He squirted.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it," I replied, busy rubbing shampoo onto my chest.

"Was that your first time doing a messy shoot?"

Interesting terminology, there.

"I presume you mean the watersports," I said.

"Yeah," he said.

I brushed the shampoo onto my belly now.

"No," I said, "I've done a couple before."

"Okay," he nodded, ears flicking quick enough that they actually sent water flying.

"And I do know you've done more than that," I observed.

He seemed to be spending a lot of time with that soapy paw running over his thighs...back and forth...my sheath started to fill up again at the sight. It wasn't just the sexy body...there was something about those moves, too, how he paid such care for every single inch. It just looked good, when done like that, not in an act or a display, showing off...though maybe he was, since he had me as an audience...but you just knew he was doing it all because it felt nice.

"Hah, yeah," he said. "I guess I've done a few. They just keep asking for more."

His balls looked like they had turned white, hanging all loose there from warm water and now covered in suds that slowly dribbled down to the wet floor.

"I understood as much."

He turned a little, then, now rubbing his belly, but this time showing more of his lean back and butt for me, whether deliberate or not, again I wasn't sure, but I was certainly appreciating the sight.

"Not really your thing, is it?" he asked.

"Nah," I shook my head, shampoo now going to the ruff on my neck.

"I thought so."

That damn tail...

"Yeah," I didn't know what else to say.

"It's a bit wild for most guys, heheh," he chuckled.

"I guess it is," I replied.

His paws looked like they were feeling up his chest, not just spreading soap there. His balls still dripped shampoo. My dick twitched at the sight.

"Well not everyone is into everything," he chuckled, "I don't like rimming, for example. Don't really even like doing it for the films, but I have to rise to the occasion sometimes. Feels a bit dirty to me."

He laughed again.

"But I bet you think the same about watersports," he said.

I stopped what I was doing with my paws, but he didn't seem to flinch.

"Relax," his tail swished through the air, almost snapping against mine, "I always get that reaction. I don't mind."

"I just didn't know what to say, lol," I huffed, "sorry."

"It's alright," he waved his paw, which sent some soap onto me, too, its different scent felt on my nosepad," happens all the time."

"Uh, okay," I said.

He turned the water back on and began to wash away the suds with vigorous scrubbing motions.

"No worries."

"So I guess it's more of your...ah...thing?" I asked, watching him bathe.

"You could say so!" he chuckled in his own personal waterfall, "guess you can say it's my kink...my fetish..."

I made sure my once-soaked parts were especially well shampooed before I returned to my own washing. The warm water felt extra good, since I'd been drying and cooling down for a moment during our chat.

"We all have those!" I told him more loudly amidst the rush and swoosh of water.

"Isn't that why we keep getting work?!" he replied.

"Yeah!"

I closed my eyes and let water run over my muzzle and deep into my mane, which I kept manipulating with my paws. It felt nice, pads on the skin under all the fur, and I rumbled deeply, in my throat, as I kept going at it. Then I dunked my head down and let the water go over my back, so that in the end it streamed over my ass and my tail, which felt nice in its own way.

When I opened my eyes, to rub water off my muzzle, I saw that Doug was both washing with one paw, and the other one was fondling his cock, hard and its barbed tip poking well over his knuckles. The lewd sight made me immediately start to harden, too. It gave that familiar slightly painful sensation you got when you'd just gotten off and then got aroused again, when the blood rushed in and all that...

Doug saw me, and wagged his cock at me with his paw, still casually grinning and rubbing soap off his chest.

"Still a bit worked up," he spoke, and it was hard to tell whether he meant himself, or me, but the smirk told it could be either, and he didn't mind one bit.

"So it seems," I stated, feeling the water now drizzle all across my bare, pinked-up skin. I breathed out deeply, and felt myself twitch.

"I can always paw off," he purred, "but I wouldn't mind scratching your back if you do mine..."

At least he was playful, and kinda polite about it...by that point I was sporting full 8 inches (9 on stage, lol!) and the rest of me was starting to get into the spirit of things, too.

"Yeah."

I stepped over to him and we both stood under his showerhead, muzzles together while our cocks rubbed onto one another. I gripped his back and his paws naturally fell onto my butt, and since we were about the same height, it worked just dandy. The kiss was obviously wet, but the shower water running over our cocks made the slippery frotting especially fun, and interesting, with the extra stimulation from the warm, flowing water. I played some tail-grab with his long, loopy thing, and his fingers dug into my crack, seeking the crevice between them. I purred and plundered his muzzle with my tongue. It got a bit aggressive, our bodies rocking back and forth a bit with the heady thrusting and kissing. We were really doing it properly, not for the cameras, just having fun with releasing all this pent up energy from our bodies.

"Hmm...mine..." he growled while tugging on my cock, which only prompted me to hump into the grip...but then he was down, and his lips wrapped around me, and I dropped my paws onto his head, the water still running over both of us while he went down on me.

"Ohhhhmuurrrr..."

I breathed deeply, my head hung low so that the water ran over the top of my head. My eyes were only half open but I could still watch his head, covered in glistening fur, sliding back and forth while his tongue did things that didn't have names, over my shaft. He was jerking off, slowly, and his other paw tugged on my paws a couple of times before he pushed behind them and began to play with my hole.

"HMMMMphphp..."

He was purring, and I felt it all around my shaft. His maw made slurping noises I could hear even through the rush of water on my ears, and the blood, everywhere, heating me up as my hips bucked slowly into his muzzle, and a finger, knuckles deep -

"AAAHRRRRR!"

I growled and almost roared, really, when the twitching and the heat intensified and rushed me over the edge. Doug's suctioning muzzle took down everything I had in store after my previous money shot, and he gulped it down, each motion of his gullet creating another soft tug on my straining member. The stench of cum, and his own hitched breaths through his nose told me, even with my eyes closed, that he too had brought the relief he needed.

"Well that was...sufficient," he smirked as he got up and we stood under the shower again, face to face and both purring pleasantly.

"I'd say," I rumbled.

Seemed that his stage name (which I presumed it to be, or a name really was an omen!) wasn't far off from the true Doug, either.

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