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Being naked around other men was something Phasu was more than used to, but naked around other men with cameras? That was a whole different ball game. He was clothed at the moment, but once the film started rolling that would quickly change. He had a plastic bottle of water in his paw. He had peeled off the plastic label purely out of nervous habit. He took a sip, soothing his dried throat. Per his co-star's advice, he was going to need a lot of hydration. Luckily the staff had a cooler at the ready, full of ice and water. By this point his stomach was completely full. This was his third bottle. He was beginning to worry that he would end up having to piss in the middle of the shoot. Another part of him correctly predicted that whatever fluids he built up would be properly rid of via other means, be that sweat or something else.

Phasu was a demon wolf, heavy in stature and build. His jaw was squared into a dense, lantern shape, a theme that carried up to the rest of his masculine visage. The topside of his face and the fur on his back was a dark brown color. It turned into a creamy white on his bottom jaw and underbelly. Standing brightly among that jungle of brown fur were squared swirl patterns. They were found on the flank of his shoulders and thighs. Mostly turquoise, they also had a vibrant rainbow theme that seemed to fade into different colors depending on the light and where they were seen from. A similar scheme illuminated the inside of his ears and made the inside of his mouth a pretty blue. His irises were the same color, surrounded by pink colored scleras.

Making him uncomfortable was the small population of other men crowded into the bedroom with him. There was a squad of expensive video cameras on top of tripods, all relegated to one side of the room. They were facing the doorway where Phasu and his co-star would enter for the opening shot. The two of them were supposed to make out "passionately", then slowly begin removing each other's clothes until they were both naked. From there, they would move to the bed and have sex, switching top/bottom roles intermittently. It was a simple enough task. He could've been called to do a whole lot worse, but that didn't change the fact he wasn't quite used to an audience, let alone a group of guys working to immortalize his actions for the world to see. Phasu was a big guy, bursting with muscles across his limbs and torso, but in the presence of a bunch of nerds with cameras, he felt intimidated.

His dim contemplation was broken by Blake's entry into the room. He was Phasu's scene partner and recent friend. A griffin, he stood even taller than Phasu and with an equal amount of muscular definition. Light brown feathers covered most of his body. His sleeves, neck, collar, and shins were the color of steel, bordered by a ring of natural black feathers patterned into the shape of diamonds. His hands and feet were large. Claws like black scythes sprouted from the tips of his scaley yellow fingers. His beak was big and heavy, black on its front half and yellow on the rest. The brilliant green eyes sitting in a pool of black sclera matched the brazilian flag he wore on his head as a bandana. He was simply dressed in a white tank top and khaki pants. There was no point in wearing anything more given how readily it was to be removed.

A piece of paper was in his hand. His head was bowed so that he could read it. Phasu saw his eyes twitch from left to right like a typewriter. "Is that the script?" Phasu asked, trying to break some of his tension.

Blake perked up and looked up at him. "Yeah!" he said in a voice thick with a Portuguese accent. "Just going over what we're about to do. Real simple stuff. Have you read it?"

"Of course. Know it like the back of my paw."

"Good. Like I said, nothing crazy. We come in, kiss a little, squeeze a little, maybe chomp a little, then we get naked. After that we shoot on the bed and have sex. Nothing outside of your repertoire, eh?"

Phasu chuckled. "Yeah, I can do all that." And then some.

"Good. I know you can do it."

"Yeah," said Phasu, his mind being flashed with Blake's familiar nudity. "Me too."

Phasu and Blake had known each other for less than a month, and here Phasu was doing work with him in front of some real-ass cameras. They met at a bar, bought each other drinks, then spent the night at Phasu's house making very memorable love. It wasn't until after they had drained each other that Blake revealed he was a pornstar. Phasu was so wonderful that he suggested the two of them have a shoot together. Phasu was flattered, but was he really up for all that? Blake damn near begged him to, pestering him for the rest of that night and every time he saw him again. Phasu remained on the fence until Blake told him how much he would be paid. At last he agreed, and Blake immediately went to work hiring a film crew with money out of his own pocket. Phasu knew he was good in bed, but he didn't think he was that good. No matter the reason, he wasn't complaining. They scheduled a shoot, and now here they were.

Only when Phasu was presented with the scale of its technical aspects did the doubts start to creep in. He wasn't a shy guy by any means, but this was proving a little much. His greatest fear was that his demon ancestry would boil to the surface and act up in the middle of them fucking. He had to repeat to himself that that wouldn't happen, but he couldn't be certain. So long as those cameras were aimed at him, focusing on his intimates conjoined with another man's, he would feel the stomach-knotting grip of anxiety.

Blake was far more tact, looking like he was right in his element. Indeed he was, standing amidst the forest of cameras and cables proudly with his chest thrusted out and his cock bulge already visible. Phasu remembered how great it had been getting fucked by him. If Blake could replicate those results, which Phasu was certain he would, then he wouldn't have to fake any moaning. If Phasu repeated his own previous performance, then neither would Blake.

Blake passed the script to one of the crew members who set it aside. "Alright," he sighed. "I'm ready if you are."

"Yeah!" Phasu said, straightening up where he sat. "Let's do this. Let's make a movie."

"Alright!" Blake said with a growl and a shake of the fist. "I love your enthusiasm!" He jerked his head back to the doorway. "We start in the hallway. Come in just like we rehearsed, hugging and kissing. You think you can do that?" he asked with an unsure lift of an eyebrow.

Phasu stood up, looking determined. "Of course I can."

Blake gave him a toothy smile. "I know you can." He waved him over. "Come on. Let's get into position." He walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Phasu followed. One of the cameras in the bedroom was set to face the doorway so that it would capture their entry. In frame there was zero equipment or sign of anyone else. It would just be the two lovers, walking into their bedroom wordlessly, unable to speak beyond the passionate smacking of their lips. The hallway leading into the bedroom was dark. Blake's face was obscured in shadow while they waited for the cue to enter. Phasu smiled awkwardly, Blake less so. Just as Phasu began reciting a mantra to remain calm, they heard a shout from behind them.

"Action!"

Blake's smile disappeared. He went to work immediately, grabbing Phasu's paw and storming forward to the bedroom. Phasu was dragged along until Blake came to an abrupt stop and turned to face the oncoming wolf. Phasu collided into him, and the two men grasped each other to form a great big hug. The camera saw Blake's backside and a sliver of Phasu's side. There were Blake's rocky glutes and the frilly tail feathers just above it, opening up into a gray fan. Phasu laid his big meaty paws on his upper back, squeezing and scratching at the fabric of his tank top. Their eyes were closed and their lips were locked. Phasu's heart was pounding, but it began to slow under the gentle influence of Blake's tender lips and tongue.

Phasu's tail wagged behind him. His penis was hardening its way out of his sheath, into the tightening fabric around it. Just ahead of it he could feel Blake's doing the same, only it was not withheld by anything like a sheath. It was out and about, near to its fullest size, caged only by the very inconvenient crotch of his pants. Their meats grinded on one another, enticing an even quicker growth. Just a few more kisses and squeezes and the two of them were hard as rocks. Phasu chuckled into Blake's mouth. Blake gave a chuckle of his own. The two of them were not supposed to talk, but through their interwoven tongues they could communicate just fine. You enjoying this?

Oh yeah.

Not as nervous now, are you?

Nope.

I'm getting hot. Are you hot?

Yes. I'm hard as a rock.

So am I. I can't wait to fuck you.

Ditto~

A minute or so of deep kissing passed until the two men made their way towards a nearby armchair sitting in the corner next to the door. It was a bit of an awkward shuffle given neither of them were willing to stop kissing the other. They remained locked together in both arms and mouth when Phasu sat down. Blake came down with him, leaning over the front of the chair with his beefy hands gripping the armrests. After a few more kisses he finally parted from him so that he could sit in Phasu's lap side-saddle. He wrapped his muscular arms around Phasu's shoulders, dangled his calves over the side of the chair, and resumed kissing the demon wolf whose penis had begun to grind into his buttocks.

Phasu obliged to slide his paw up Blakes thigh and into his groin. There his fingers met the bottom swell of his bulge. He gave it a tiny squish, recognizing the texture of his balls. His fingers continued upwards until they met the density of his pillar. He stroked it between two fingers, earning a tiny huff from the griffin in his lap. He undid the button and dropped the fly. His fingers crept into Blake's open flap and slithered into the hole of his underwear. Soft paw pads met hard and hot flesh. Veins thick like string throbbed beneath his fingertips. He grabbed Blake's cock and pulled it out into the open, revealing an impressively long and astonishingly thick pillar of brown meat topped by a black helmet the size of a shot glass.

"Mmmmmm~" murmured Blake as he felt his manhood be stroked so tenderly. He returned the favor with some very sincere grinds of his butt on Phasu's lap. Phasu grunted. He was without the liberty of having his cock out, thus he was forced to feel the scrape of denim. Not helping was Blake's caress of his chest and pecs. He slid his leathery hand in a circle around his abs before grabbing his shirt and pulling it up. Phasu lifted his arms so that it could come off. Blake gave it a gay twirl above their heads before sending it flying across the room. His tank top followed shortly, bathing the two men in the glories of their upper bodies. Blake grabbed a handful of Phasu's pec. Phasu gripped Blake's cock and stroked it haughtily. The echo of their lips smacking rang louder and with more authority. The time for foreplay was running short. They had to fuck.

The moment was obliterated by the voice of another man. "Aaaaaaaand cut! That's it."

Phasu's eyes sprang open. Blake parted his lips from him and smiled like nothing had happened. "Damn! That was very nice. You're doing great." He said it like a coach complimenting one of his player's performances.

"Oh, thanks," Phasu said, a tad disappointed with their interruption.

Blake hopped off the chair, letting his penis flop in front of him like a diving board. He did a quick stretch, making the great many muscles in his trunk and arms bulge. He saw Phasu still sitting there, looking lost. "The guys gotta set up the cameras again real quick for the next set. They'll get some good angles of the bed so you and I can fuck. Give them a minute."

"Oh! Right, OK."

Phasu sat there and waited patiently for the camera crew to reposition their equipment for better angles of the bed. One crewmember hoisted a camera onto his shoulder for a mobile shot. Knowing that it would soon be closing in on his privates made Phasu's erection lose some of its stature. By the time the cameras were set up for the second shot, his cock had deflated completely. Blake, meanwhile, was casually tugging his dick to keep it erect. "Still hard?"

"Ah, no. I can get hard again though," Phasu said. He sat upright and awkwardly squeezed at his sack, trying to garner some level of stimulation.

Blake laughed. "Oh, don't worry about it. Let me help you." Phasu didn't have a moment to put a word in before Blake sat in his lap, this time facing him fully. His cock towered from his loins and batted Phasu's abs while he started grinding back onto his crotch. He humped the bottom of his thighs in a fluid back-and-forth, instantly giving Phasu back the momentum he had lost. "Better?" Blake asked with a cocky lift of a brow.

Phasu chuckled. "Yeah, definitely."

Blake blew him a kiss. "I've been doing this for too long, honey. I know what I'm doing," he boasted while continuing to hump.

The crew finished setting up their gear. "We're ready on our end. You guys let us know when you're ready," said the lead cinematographer, the one holding the camera on his shoulder.

"Got it," Blake said. "You ready? Need some more lovin'? Tell me what you need."

Phasu's face was ablaze. Blake was just too damn adorable. "Yeah, I'm definitely ready."

Blake winked. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's get this show on the road." Blake twisted in Phasu's lap and reassumed the position he had before they were interrupted. He turned and looked back at the camera crew. "How were we?"

Two crewmembers were looking at a TV screen obscured by a black curtain. It may have been a porno, but that didn't mean continuity wasn't important. "OK, Blake, put your right paw on Phasu's chest." Blake followed the order. "Phasu, grab Blake's dick with your right paw." Phasu looked down at Blake's penis and did as he was told. He tried to remember exactly how he had held it, but decided that maybe it didn't need to be exact. A few more instructions were given, and the two men were more or less in the exact spot as when 'cut' had been called. Now that the cameras were pointed mostly at the bed with the chair barely inside of the frame, they could film them making their way over there to have sex. "OK. You guys ready?"

"Ready!" Blake chirped.

"Ready," Phasu repeated.

"Awesome. Action."

The two lovers casually resumed their makeout session and rubbed each other like nothing else had happened. Eventually Blake pulled his beak away and took Phasu's paw. He slid out of his lap and stood up to pull Phasu to his feet. He took a step back and pushed his pants down to his ankles. He slid his underwear down too, leaving him totally nude except for his socks and bandana, the latter of which would not be removed under any circumstance. It was a part of Blake's signature style, something that made him instantly recognizable in all of his films. He stepped out of the crumpled ring of pants on the floor and flung it aside with his toe. He began rubbing the underside of his cock sensually, eying Phasu's body with an eagerness to see his nudity. Phasu obliged him, dropping his pants and underwear together. His cock had unsheathed fully, becoming an impressive spear of glistening pink flesh. It pointed at Blake with a presence equal to the one pointing back at it. His balls hung just as heavily in their fuzzy white purse.

Blake's eyes tracked down to Phasu's member, then back up to shoot him a saucy look. He approached, and the two of them resumed kissing. Their dicks bounced off another, then grinded between their pelvises. While their lips smacked they would sway their hips to and fro, scraping their sensitive pillars across one another. Phasu stepped to the side so that both of their cocks fell horizontal. He grabbed Blake's dick and stroked it next to his buttock. Blake was happy to do the same.

Phasu's penis throbbed in Blake's leathery grip. The first bead of precum bled from the tip and fell to the carpet below. A nip of pleasure found him and began settling on the rest of his crotch as a deep pressure. Blake's shaft was hot to the touch, burning against his paw pads and the flank of his haunch. His smooches grew sloppy as attention fell mostly on making love to that gargantuan pillar. His body demanded more of its contact, so he had to go and get it. Phasu's mouth fell from Blake's beak to kiss his chin, then his neck, then his collar. Eventually he was on his knees, coming face-to-face with Blake's dick. Blake smiled and petted Phasu's head while the obedient little wolf continued stroking him and began to smooch the tip. The smell crackled and fizzed into his nostrils, infusing his entire nose with an aura most earthy. It drove Phasu wild. He kissed Blake's cock just two more times before he opened his mouth and swallowed the head.

He closed his eyes and found great catharsis in having that burdensome meat sit on his tongue. The taste was something metallic and crisp, immediately invading the farther reaches of his throat and settling there for good. He pushed his mouth further, reaching his snout just an inch shy of Blake's pubes. That was all he could take, but it was more than enough. All he had to do was show some worship, not make him cum. Whatever his plan, Blake appreciated it. Phasu bobbed his head back and forth, letting the wet schlip noises echo through the room. Blake's shaft glistened in his spit. What portion Phasu couldn't reach he would gently grip and squeeze. Everything else felt the velvet embrace of his mouth and the friendly coil of his tongue. Blake distracted himself by playing with Phasu's hair. It was pleasantly silky, something he found himself getting lost in. That was good because Phasu's skill on his pipe was enough to make a weaker man cum his brains out. He held firm, fortunately, and was able to enjoy the sight of a very handsome wolf laying worship on his cock.

Phasu reaped what fun he could before opening his mouth with an airy mwah. He gave Blake a couple complementary strokes before standing up with a stupid smile on his face. His tail was wagging. Holy shit. I'm starting to have fun.

Ya see? I told you.

Yeah, I know. Let's just get over to the bed and fuck already.

After you, darling.

Phasu waltzed over to the bed and slid backwards onto the mattress. He pointed his penis at the ceiling and rubbed it invitingly. Blake followed, climbing up onto his knees with a cock raring for some action. He kneeled next to Phasu and brought his face down to his for some more placid kisses. He moved down from his mouth to his chin, then continued his way down Phasu's trunk until landing on his crotch where he could plant the tiniest of kisses on the summit of his meat. Phasu giggled both from the sensation and the precious sight of Blake kissing his dick. His beak fell open and descended on his pillar. Like he had said, Blake knew what he was doing. He went down all the way to the base, puncturing his throat with Phasu's cocktip. "Ulk!" He slid right back up to the top and fell back down. "Ulk! Ulk! Ulk!"

Phasu wasn't as good in either sucking dick or ignoring the pleasure. He played with Blake's bandana while trying not to accidentally remove it. It didn't stop him from inhaling and grunting along with each throb of pleasure that came with it. He felt himself hemorrhage precum into Blake's throat which only seemed to make him go deeper and faster. His hands groped and scratched around Phasu's chest and thighs. His tongue swirled into a helix around his shaft. He cut an erotic eye up at him, tightening the already fierce bond their bodies had forged. It was too much for Phasu, thus Blake came to a stop. He pulled his head up with spit drooling from his smiling lips. Phasu wasn't allowed much recovery between the end of the blowjob and Blake straddling his midriff like a saddle.

The weight on Phasu's abs was great. Blake's thigh grip was tight and intense. The dainty tail feathers tickled his penis which was now hotdogged between Blake's solid buttocks. He was teased with a tiny flex of the glute, making his cock bounce. Blake rolled his hips back on him, swirling his ass around and that fat pink pole with it. The cinematographer came up to the bed for a closer look. He zoomed in on Blake's ass, capturing each one of his cheeky bounces. He lifted his ass up and began humping backwards in a super effeminate yet domineering fashion. His eyes were on the camera that was focused on his ass, nearly making him forget about the wolf he was currently straddling.

But he didn't, not when he could feel the wolf's heartbeat through his dick. Blake lifted himself up until Phasu's cock flopped back down on his tummy. Blake grabbed it and pointed it to the ceiling for his descent. He hovered his puckered tailhole over it and came down, reuniting their most precious of parts. Phasu bit his lip and gripped Blake's thighs, bracing himself for the incoming pleasure. The tip slid into his crack, pressed into Blake's hole, then began to part it as his weight came down. "Mmmm~" hummed Blake. His ring distended to swallow the head of Phasu's cock, then began a very slow journey down his loving length. "Ohhh~" he said with a swoon of the head. He came down to Phasu's hilt, successfully claiming the lucky wolf as his own. Blake sighed with a smile. "Hahhhh~"

Phasu breathed through his mouth and held onto Blake's thighs. His eyes bounced in their sockets along with the expert rise and fall of Blake's immaculate chest. He was dimly aware of the camera aiming at his penis and the ones watching from the other side of the room, but he wasn't bothered anymore. With such a handsome griffin pleasing himself on his cock, how could he mind anything else? He slid his paws up Blake's flanks, honked his pecs, then ran his fingers down his studded abs. Blake shot him a coy smile and a wink. He moaned softly, wallowing in the delightful buzz of having his prostate grinded. Phasu felt the pleasure of contact just as well. Blake's grip on his pillar was something as soft as it was firm, gliding across his cock in a manner smooth and sensual.

Phasu closed his eyes and bit his lip. His paws whispered around Blake's thighs. The sound of his moans and the feel of his weight was enough to float Phasu up towards heaven. He imagined touching Blake on his every edge and curve. He wanted to shower him with more kisses on his body. It may have been more invigorating to see Blake gyrate instead of imagining it, but with his eyes closed he could focus more on the physical intimacy of it all. The smell was more distinct, the sounds clearer. If he wanted to see Blake in all of his sexy splendor, all he had to do was open his eyes.

"What the hell?"

Phasu tightened his grip on Blake's thigh. His claws sank into the feathers. A pleased sigh billowed out of his mouth. This is amazing.

"What is that?"

Phasu bit his lip and sieved air through his teeth. So good. I want it to last forever.

"Cut! Cut! What is that?"

Phasu's eyes snapped open. His trance was torn apart by the barking voice of the director. His vision was foggy with a blue hue from closing his eyes for so long. It cleared gradually, and what it revealed horrified him. Blake had stopped riding the moment 'cut' was called. He was gawking at his arms. A hand was brushing his forearm with the back of its knuckles, down from his wrist to his elbow. It was a translucent blue color, something like the turquoise of Phasu's markings. It dissipated into nothing a few inches above the wrist, leaving no elbow. It wasn't alone. Another phantom arm was rubbing the inside of Blake's thigh, close to Phasu's real paw. Another pair were massaging Blake's shoulders and one more was massaging his back. He didn't know if he was supposed to be delighted or terrified by their appearance. He was completely still, afraid that any sudden movements would trigger a change in demeanor.

This was what Phasu was afraid of. The demonic blood in his veins harbored the power to summon spirits and their assistance. With the pleasure of having his dick ridden, he lost control of himself and made them materialize. It was a good thing he hadn't imagined hurting Blake, lest things get really out of hand. "Shit! Sorry!" He made them vanish with a thought. Each of the hands evaporated into wispy tendrils, leaving the alarmed Blake alone. "Ah God, I'm so sorry. Fuck."

Blake rubbed his wrist where one of the phantom paws had been touching him. He looked shaken, but also fascinated. "No, you're fine. That was just... surprising, is all." He smiled broadly. "You didn't do that last time! Why didn't you tell me you could do something so spooky?" The camera crew was less enthusiastic. The fellow who had been up close and personal with Blake's ass looked like he had seen a ghost. Perhaps he had.

"Well, I didn't think you'd like it."

"Like it?" He sounded offended. "I think it's awesome! You should use it! A gift like that shouldn't be wasted. I just wish you had told me sooner. Can I see them again?"

Phasu blinked. "Um... Yeah! Sure." All it took was a moment's concentration, and a single paw faded back into existence before their very eyes. It was a petite hand like a woman's. It fell on Blake's chest and sank into his feathers.

Blake was over the moon. "Amazing! So fucking cool." He looked over at the crew, smiling like a geek. "You seeing this?" The guys smiled and nodded, not quite as pleased as their star. He looked back down at Phasu. "You want to use these things? I'd love to include it."

Orgasmic relief washed across Phasu's chest. "Yeah! Of course."

"Awesome. Do whatever you want with them. Change of script, fellas. We're going ghost for this one." The director didn't argue, although he did need to reestablish a shot with the ghost hands in the same position they had been. Blake giggled and cooed with each brush of solid aura against his feathers. "Hehe, it tickles." He visibly grew more comfortable, purring his delight and swaying with the gentle caress of those ghostly fingers.

The camera crew almost felt bad grabbing his attention from them. "Hey, Blake? Can you start riding again? We need to run the shot into the next one."

"Oh! Yeah. Here we go." Like nothing was the matter, Blake pulled his hips up and resumed his sexual dance on Phasu's penis. The hands rewarded him with more direct squeezes on his muscles. He let out a sharp "Ooh!" when one of them pinched his butt. "Oh yeah, I like that~ Keep it up."

"You got it~" Phasu ordered the hands to apply themselves as liberally as they could. They swam about Blake's body like an excited school of koi. Two of them landed on his pecs. He grabbed them and held them there, all while riding Phasu's cock with an added level of enthusiasm.

The director didn't have to call action. They had melded into the scene flawlessly. The man holding his camera garnered the nerve to get in closer again, albeit while dreadfully conscious of not letting one of them touch him. He needn't worry. Those hands were entirely focused on Blake who was feeling like the most popular man in the world. "Ohhh... Yes~" With his obvious blessing, Phasu gifted him with more love, but not just from an added flock of hands. Snouts and beaks materialized from the space around him, landing in various nooks across his body. They would find the soft of his neck and plant a tiny smooch or kiss. His feathers stood on ends and his nipples grew hard. A pair of lips that pecked at his cheeks was blessed with a kiss of his own. It looked like he had nearly forgotten about the dick he was riding, although there was hardly anything that would've stopped him from swinging and rolling his hips.

Phasu had even more to give. Tendrils of blue smoke flew in from the outskirts of space surrounding the two lovers. They converged in front of Blake's face like a falling comet meeting its reflection in the ocean. Their union gave birth to a humanoid penis aiming at Blake's beak. He recoiled with pleasant surprise. "Ahah! Hello there~" He didn't hesitate to close his beak on it, caressing it with his inner mouth and tongue like he would any other kind patron. The phantom phallus slid forward, hovering its crown just short of his throat. He did it the favor of pushing forward that extra inch so that it clogged him. "Ulk!" He wrapped his tongue around it. It may as well have been the real thing. There was warmth, density, and pulsation to help convince him that it was bonafide flesh. The cherry on top was a dab of precum which seeped from the tip and drained down into his throat. Ghost or not, it felt good to suck on.

Ripping his attention away from that discorporeal dick was an unexpected grip on his penis. He looked down with his eyes, expecting another hand of the otherworld to be wrapped around his shaft. Instead it was Phasu's. He hadn't forgotten the duties his body had to perform. He was the leader of the spirits, but that didn't mean he was excluded. He jerked Blake's cock hard, urging him to ride even faster and blow the dick in his mouth harder. His jaw could only unhinge and let the floating pole fuck his mouth. He hit a fast pace on Phasu's lap, letting his buttocks clap down on his balls. With an all-encompassing siege on his body, it was only a matter of time before he came. His face scrunched as a hollow moan gurgled from his beak. His cock throbbed in Phasu's grasp, spitting out a fat rope that landed on Phasu's collar and neck. Phasu gasped and began stroking him faster, urging every drop of his to come ripping out. In the middle of his efforts his own orgasm snuck on him, causing him to moan out and thrust his hips into the air, lifting Blake with it.

Their orgasms faded and the both of them relaxed. Blake's cock went limp on Phasu's tummy. A single pearl of cum drooled from his slit; its brethren were streaked across Phasu's jaw and chest. He felt what Phasu had unloaded sloshing inside of him, hot and wet. In his euphoria, Phasu's squad of appendages vanished, leaving Blake alone with the wolf beneath him. "Whew," sighed Blake. He carefully elevated off of Phasu's lap, letting his cock fall out of him. A string of white slime connected his penis and the gaping hole it left behind. Blake sat himself down next to Phasu's legs, panting and smiling drunkenly. Phasu sat up and scooted on his butt to sit next to him. He reached into Blake's lap and gripped his limp penis. He held it tenderly between his thumb and two fingers, patiently finagling its return to form. Blake chuckled and returned the favor. The two men started making out, happy to take a small breather for the time being.

Normally this would've been cut short in editing, but making it worth keeping was the unconscious return of Phasu's ghost harem. Hands that were now familiar cupped Blake's pecs and caressed his buttocks. A single hand cradled his balls while two more massaged his feet. He jumped a little at the disembodied tongue that found its way into his crack and cleaned his tail hole of cum. He would jerk and giggle at its wet tickle, unable to stop himself from smiling on Phasu's lips.

Before long their erections had returned, priming the two men for the next round. It was Phasu's turn to submit. With a saucy look in his eyes he crawled forward and got on all fours. His fluffy wolf tail curled itself into a steep loop, resting the tip on his back and fanning out the white fur on its underside. There was his pink star nestled between his two rocky buttocks. His balls hung like ripe fruit at the end of a long and hard stick. He looked back at Blake and granted him a cute little shake of his tush.

Blake got up on his knees and got behind him. A pair of hands materialized and grabbed Phasu's ass cheeks and parted them. The distended pucker winked at him, begging for Blake's entry. Shaking his head with amused disbelief, Blake grabbed his cock and teased Phasu's hole. A moment of gentle prodding and rimming passed before Blake pushed forward, gaping the muscular ring and burying the head. "Oh~" sighed Phasu, triggering the appearance of even more hands and other parts, this time in an even more assertive mood. Shivers rolled up Blakes spine as fingers traced their claws up the trench of his back. His feathers were played with, lips dotted his neck, the soles of his feet were squished. He was nearly lost in a trance of lovely feelings before a moan from Phasu reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing.

He pushed his hips forward, sliding down that heavenly tight tunnel until his balls landed on the back of Phasu's. Phasu heaved a moan the moment he felt his prostate get squished. A fat droplet of precum oozed from his cock. His tail wagged across Blake's tummy, a response as involuntary as his feminine moaning. Blake pulled back and started fucking him at the behest of the many hands beckoning him to do so. There were palms on his butt and thighs actually guiding him with pushes. The hand cradling his sack closed tighter, almost like a threat to keep going. That was a bit unnerving, but it wasn't like Blake ever planned on stopping. Phasu's pussy grip was far too benevolent to leave. He wouldn't stop until the both of them had let fly their second orgasm.

That wasn't a tall order given their mutual ecstasies. Phasu's voice rang loud with the steady clapping on his backside. Blake's face was scrunched under the combined pressure of effort and pleasure. Sweat broke out across his feathers, something the hands perpetually groping him seemed to enjoy. In the middle of his rampant thrusting were the two hands on his butt parting them for a new arrival. The penis Blake had sucked on earlier was back, this time making its grand entrance behind his ass. He looked back down and saw what was happening. He could only laugh and hope it wouldn't ruin his rhythm. The penis came forward and collided with his tail hole. The backswing of his ass meant it slid right in, making Blake gasp. He bowed over at the waist. He stopped himself from falling over by grabbing Phasu's shoulders. He still fucked like he was supposed to, but only to the pace of what he was receiving. It looked like he wasn't about to be completely on top today after all. Oh well. This was a nice alternative.

Phasu wasn't in the clear either. While his jaw was hung open to release a deafening chorus of moans, another cock phased into existence in front of him. His eyes were still opening when it slid right into his open maw and laid claim to his tongue. His eyes bulged with surprise, then quickly slammed shut. He closed his mouth and suckled through pure instinct. Thick strands of drool fell from his chin as he slurped with all his energy. He had always wanted to be spitroasted, he just didn't quite think it would end up looking like this. Indeed, no man in that room quite knew how to deal with what they were seeing, least of all the poor cameraman just a few feet behind Blake watching his ass get railed by a poltergeist.

In Blake's mind there was not a floating cock but an entire man penetrating him. He imagined his flexing muscles and huffing breath. The same went for Phasu who thought his mouth was around the meaty pillar of a handsome stud ready to flood his maw with cum. He was granted just that the moment the idea passed his mind. It throbbed in his mouth with authority. The first spurt struck the back of his throat, and before he had time to swallow it, it was followed by another. He could only wince and whimper while a slimy mixture of cum and spit came piling out of his mouth. Blake got a load at the same time, making the muscular hunk of man cry out with delight. His legs quivered and his hips jerked. With so much cum hammering his prostate, he had no choice but to unleash his second orgasm, right into Phasu's backside. "Huuueeuhhh~!"

Phasu joined the party. His back seemed to clump into itself like an accordion as every muscle across his body was thrown into a spasmic fit. White geysers flew from his cock with each pump. His balls contracted in their purse to onload their every drop. It was only fair, given Blake was doing the exact same. Making matters worse were the two ghost cocks refusing to let up with their cumming. Blake and Phasu both were damn near dry by the time they finally ended. An entire swamp worth of jizzum had built in their ass and maw respectively. Only when they reached their limits did the cocks of the void vanish, allowing them some respite from the white hot pleasure burning their loins. Phasu swallowed what he could and gobbed up the rest onto the bed. Blake could hardly hold himself up, trembling like a leaf. He was able to pull out of Phasu, then immediately plopped onto his back next to him. Phasu just slumped forward and lazily rolled onto his back, leaving the two spent men to lie and pant next to each other like a couple of sexy fools. Blake started laughing first, quickly infecting Phasu and inviting him to cuddle the griffin. They wrapped arms around each other and smooched one last time, happy with how things turned out.

Now, absolutely none of that was supposed to happen. The scene would end with Blake pulling out of Phasu in the butterfly position and hosing his tummy and chest with cum. The two would then pop a bottle of champagne, clink glasses, and take a sip. That clearly wasn't going to happen, and judging by explosive orgasms they had just suffered, they weren't going to do anything else anytime soon. With no more options, the director called "cut".

The two lovers sat up. Blake looked over at the camera crew, a wild look on his face. "So! How was that?"

Nobody had an answer. "Well, it's a take, that's for sure," said one crewmember.

"Too good to go to waste," said another. "I say we use it."

"Yeah, I say the same. That was magical." He bumped Phasu in the chest with the back of his wrist. "Good fucking show! I couldn't have done that half as well if I tried."

Phasu shrugged. "Hey, I guess I'm a natural."

"Natural? No, no, no. Supernatural is more like."

They shared a laugh and climbed off the bed. They watched the whole tape with bottles of water in their hands to replenish the great amount of fluids they had expended. Phasu was mesmerized by what they had done. It was surreal both seeing himself on screen and watching his body interact with Blake's so intimately. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he thought the final product was going to perform very, very well. They declared it a wrap and started putting things away. Blake and Phasu got dressed, Phasu being unable to get over the excitement of knowing his cock and powers were going to be shared on the internet. His frayed nerves from earlier had been replaced in full by giddy triumph. Blake was more than happy to see him that way.

"You did a great job. I told you you'd love it."

"You did, you did," the two of them walked down the hallway of the house to the front door. "God, it was awesome. I'm jealous you get to make a career out of it."

"Well, why don't you?"

Phasu stopped dead in his tracks. "What?"

Blake passed him on his right, then stopped to face him. "You've got the talent, the moves, and the power. You definitely proved that to me today. I can refer you to some folk. Once they see that video, they'll go crazy for you. What you're getting paid today is just a fraction of what you can make on a regular basis."

Phasu was speechless. "I- I don't know what to say."

Blake smiled. "I think 'thank you' will suffice." But Phasu didn't say that. Instead he launched himself into Blake's arms and hugged the air right out of his chest. "Whoah! Hehe..." Blake patted his back. "You're welcome."

THE END