I Was a Teenage Pornstar (5)
#5 of I Was a Teenaged Pornstar
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"So...where are we going?" Crisp asked quietly, sitting on the back seat of the car rumbling down the street.
"Oh you'll see soon!" Leo the lion grinned as he gave a glance to the wolf via the rear view mirror from his own position behind the wheel of the car.
"You'll love it, dude!" Lane, the kinky otter, grinned while he patted Crisp's thigh.
Crisp felt heat flush his cheeks at the touch. It was enough to make his dick stiffen up a bit, too, inside his comfortable shorts he had put on after the long and tiring porn shoot at the studio. His tail wagged occasionally, hanging between his legs while he sat by the window on the backseat of the big car, joined by Lane and Roger the bear on the back seat, with Leo the lion, Eric, the German Shepherd who had shared the screen with Crisp today, and Marco, the fox who worked as a stylist and propmaster at the studio, who seemed not to mind being stuffed on the front seat with the hunky German Shepherd. The car really was nice, and smelled of lion, as well as the other furs now, of course, with a little bit of musk and drying fur and something else...leather, perhaps. The car's seats were leather, Crisp realized, at the funny sensation under his shorts-covered butt. It felt kinda nice, even though he'd never been too curious about leather.
"I sure am hungry!" Roger chuckled loudly. "My stomach is growling."
"Poor tummy," Lane giggled while rubbing the big bear's ample belly. The bear growled and showed off a bit, pushing his stomach a little so that the otter's fingers pressed more firmly onto it. Crisp kept on watching and felt a bit shy again, looking at the two guys playing like that, even if it wasn't really particularly sexual, either. He'd seen the guys in question do things that were much much naughtier than what was going on now, but still...he could barely believe just how open-minded these guys were sexually, especially about doing it with other furs watching. Crisp thought it had to come with the job, otherwise they'd never even think about stripping off in front of cameras and going at it, he thought.
"Hope they've got that nice steak I like," Leo mused on the front seat, paw fingers thrumming the steering wheel, "they make them just a little raw."
"And we all know how you like raw meat in your muzzle, Leo!" Roger chuckled, still enjoying the otter's caress of his tummy while rumbling pleasantly.
"Oh, behave!" Leo flashed his tongue out of muzzle.
"Maybe you should order wieners, Leo!" Eric smirked next to the lion. "Get properly filled up!"
"I haven't been properly filled up in ages!" Marco giggled.
"Shaddap, slut!" Lane snickered from the back seat, while Crisp's ears flicked and he blushed even further upon listening to the rough small talk pass between the guys inside the car.
"Like you wouldn't want to be riding on Leo's lap for the trip!" the fox replied to the otter on the back seat.
"I think that'd probably violate a few traffic rules," Lane said. "And it might be a bit distracting for the driver."
"I've got a free lap if anyone fancies it," Roger chuckled. Lane's eyes turned towards him again, and a sultry look appeared on his muzzle, one Crisp had already seen often enough.
"Hey, quit stealing all the twinks!" Eric barked on the front seat.
"Aww, what's the problem?" Roger replied in his low, sexy daddy bear voice, even though his age probably didn't qualify him for that role yet. "There's six big guys here and three twinks, isn't that a good ratio?"
Everyone laughed.
Crisp cock throbbed as he imagined the lion, the bear and the big dog each grabbing one of the three smaller, younger guys and having fun with them in whatever way they liked. The idea was thrilling, even though ending up in an orgy like that seemed like something he'd be wary of doing. Could this really led into something like that? Was that really the plan? Were they actually going to do something like that instead of eating out? The young wolf suddenly felt nervous and wanted to ask Leo where they were actually going, but he kept the question inside him while more kinky banter was traded in the car, and Leo kept turning and street corners while tapping the wheel.
"Come on...come on...change already..." the lion muttered.
"I'm definitely taking fried fish!" Lane spoke dreamily. "Salmon, perhaps...and a chocolate soufflé for dessert..."
"Someone's fancy!" Roger noted.
"I'm hungry," Lane chuckled. "Being horny all day does it for me."
"Oh me too..." Marco yipped happily.
"And I haven't even been working today!" Lane chuckled. "Except doing a little photo shoot for the cover of my next video...that only made me pent up..."
"At least someone back there worked hard today!" Eric chuckled while looking over his shoulder at the back seat. His eyes met Crisp's, causing the young wolf's ears to flick down a little, feeling shy once again with the big dog looking directly to him.
"Uhmm..."Crisp mumbled.
"Really, great work from ya," Eric said. "You were really into it, weren't ya, Crisp?"
"Uh...it was cool," Crisp replied, feeling like he was on the spot now that the talk had once again turned into his porn scene from earlier during the day. "Really...nice?"
"Hahahah!" Roger laughed.
"Well it looked like it," Marco added. "And the mess...damn..."
"Anytime!" Eric sounded boastful.
"Ha ha," Leo rumbled.
"Are we there yet?" Lane asked in a mock little kid voice.
"Almost...the traffic's just being stupid," Leo said, "we've been crawling for the past 15 minutes...damn it..."
"Well hopefully we'll be there soon," Eric said, "I really am starving, too."
"Why didn't anyone eat from the catering table at work?" Marco chuckled. "There were sandwiches and stuff."
"Maybe everyone was too busy watching the show Leo and Roger were putting up in the locker room!" Lane giggled.
"Oh right..." Marco chuckled. "Forget I said anything."
"Your butt any tender, Leo?" Lane giggled.
"Har har," the lion snorted and suddenly hit the brakes. "And we're here!"
Crisp felt himself lurch forward and put a paw onto the backrest of the driver's seat before he straightened himself on the seat and peered out of the window. They'd just stopped in front of a restaurant, with a warmly lit glass front.
"Finally!" Roger grumbled, already taking off his seatbelt.
"About time!" Eric stated.
"Not my fault the traffic is shit," Leo replied. "Everyone's trying to get to town at once or something."
"Well we're here now," Marco mused. "And it looks nice!"
"Hope the food lives up to the expectations," Eric said.
"I'll eat anything by now," Roger grunted.
"Watch out for the bear, Crisp!" Eric laughed, making Crisp feel his ears heat up once again.
They filed out of the car and then into the restaurant, which wasn't particularly bust at the moment. Crisp didn't mind it - he didn't like public places when they were really noisy, but it was fine. They could have their pick of where to sit, too, but Leo seemed to make the decision for them, by heading out towards the back of the restaurant, where several booths were located, and he gestured at one with a relatively large table, with couch-type chairs surrounding it from three sides.
"This looks perfect!" he said. "We can all sit together!"
"Great!" Marco wagged his bushy vulpine tail eagerly.
Crisp stood by the table and waited for the guys to sit around it, but they were all looking at him, which made him feel self-conscious again.
"What?" he asked, finally.
"Go on," Roger waved his paw, "you sit down first!"
"Really?" Crisp whispered.
"Sure!" Lane enthused. "Sit on the back, that way you can see everyone and chat with everyone."
"Oh...oh, alright," Crisp nodded after a moment, before he scooted himself over to the couch and settled down. The other furs followed so that he had Marco sitting to his left and Roger to his right, Eric and Leo on one wing, and Lane completing their little friend circle sitting next to Roger.
"Hello, everyone, and welcome to Charley's!" a coyote waitress had come over and now greeted them with a cheerful smile on her muzzle. "So nice to see so many cute guys here!"
Crisp blushed - did the girl mean him, too? Surely not...but she was looking at him, too, and the guys sitting around him were giving the girl some appreciative looks, too, even though they all were gay, as far as Crisp knew. Maybe they just wanted to be nice to her, or something.
"Thanks, dear!" Marco replied to the compliment in a way that left little to the imagination in that respect.
"What're you guys interested in today?" the waitress asked eagerly.
"Menus for everyone, please, and a pitcher of ice water and a basket of bread for starters!" Leo declared.
"And make it a big one!" Roger added. "There's plenty of us!"
"Coming right up!" the coyote smiled. "Six menus, water and bread for starters!"
"Thanks, sweetheart!" Lane beamed.
The coyote bustled away, her tail swinging about, while the new customers settled onto their cozy seats around their table. Crisp started to feel a bit more relaxed, surrounded by his co-workers with whom he'd gotten more familiar over the past few weeks working for the industry. It was still the first time he had spent time with them somewhere outside the premises of the porn studio. Some of them, such as Lane were actually wearing the most clothes he had ever seen on them - the otter would usually bounce around in some tiny thong-like briefs and nothing more, but now he was wearing wholly respectable pants and a colorful T-shirt. Everyone was dressed up casually, anyway, and Crisp didn't feel out of place in that regard. He wore white shorts and a white T-shirt, and a pair of favorite high tops, red with white laces, which made him feel a bit more confident with himself. He really liked looking neat like that, especially in the middle of these cool, good-looking, popular guys.
"You got any idea what you gonna eat yet, Crisp?" Leo asked.
Crisp rubbed his muzzle and shook his head softly.
"I dunno...do they sell burgers here?" he asked, finally.
The lion chuckled, but his smile was a kind, pleasant one, not ridiculing Crisp's choice at all.
"Heh, sure they do, but you should wait to see the menu, you'll get to check out everything they offer, maybe you'll see something a bit more exotic you'd like to try."
"Oh, I don't know..." Crisp's tail flicked under the table, "I just want something to eat..."
"Doesn't hurt if you get a bit adventurous!" Lane enthused. "You could eat something like...octopus!"
"Ewwww..." Leo chuckled.
"I like sea food!" Eric barked softly.
"Me too!" Lane giggled. "Obviously."
"So is that why a certain part of you tastes like oysters huh?" Roger chuckled.
Everyone started laughing, except Crisp, who just blushed and wondered whether any of the other customers had heard the lewd remark. It wasn't particularly noisy, someone could've easily picked it up...he gave a quick glance around to see if anyone was glaring at the porn stars disapprovingly, but felt better for not noticing anything of the sort. His thoughts were dispelled by the arrival of the coyote waitress, hauling over what looked like a huge basket of delicious-smelling bread and a pitcher of water with ice cubes bobbing in it.
"I'll bring out glasses for everyone," she smiled.
"Ohh this looks like it was worth waiting!" Roger declared while his big paw scooped up two pieces of fresh bread and stuffed them both promptly into his gaping maw.
The basket was passed around and Crisp, too, reached into it to take a piece, which he then popped into his muzzle. It tasted just as good as it had smelled, and it made him salivate, and feel really hungry, too. Crisp hadn't even realized just how hungry he was, but the bread seemed to be doing a good job tickling his taste buds and sending a certain kind of a message to his brain. The sound of everyone chewing soon filled his ears, too, and helped him relax to the situation.
"And here's your glasses!" the waitress coyote announced when she returned with a tray containing tall glasses. "I'll bring your menus right away and you can start ordering when you want to."
Marco took it to himself to pour water to everyone, and Roger gave a glass to Crisp, who took it with a shy little smile. Leo lifted his own glass and made an exaggerated coughing noise which drew everyone's eyes and ears in the lion's direction.
"Ahem, I think we should raise a toast to Crisp, for a successful job well done today!"
Crisp's cheeks burned fiercely and he quickly looked down at the tabletop, not at the five furs who were no doubt looking very intently at him.
"Let's hear for Crisp!" Roger boomed in as well.
"For Crisp!" Lane giggled.
They all clinked glasses, except for Crisp, who only looked, and then, with everyone still looking, he lifted his glasses and let it join the number of paws and glasses hovering above the table.
"Thanks, guys," Crisp whispered.
"Hehhey!"
They all cheered and settled back to their seats, soon to be busied by the menus that the coyote waitress brought in for everyone to browse. Crisp read through his own copy and found it hard time to choose something particular to eat - there were so many delicious things on the offer that trying to single one thing out seemed difficult. The burger he had thought about before still seemed like an attractive idea, but there were many varieties of chicken, fish and all sorts of meat dishes in too that he could try. Once the waitress finally returned, he ordered a cheeseburger with fries, while everyone else listed out other treats they were interested in, and then the waiting game began.
"So!"
Crisp wasn't sure that the yelp was directed at him, but once he saw that Eric was looking at him intently, he realized that he couldn't have been talking to anyone else.
"Uh...yeah?" he asked quietly.
"You've been working with the studio for what...a month now, yeah?"
"Uh...about that long, yeah," the wolf replied.
"So how do you like it so far?" the German Shepherd asked him, drawing curious looks from everyone that were aimed at the wolf.
"Eh..." Crisp felt his tongue stumble upon the feelings of extra consciousness drawing upon him. Everyone really was looking now, and poking at him with a sensitive topic, too.
"Come on, don't be shy, we're all in the business!" Lane smiled broadly. "We've seen it all...and heard it all, heheh!"
"Some more than others!" Leo grinned toothily.
"Heheheh!" Roger bellowed.
"Come on then, Crispy," Marco encouraged the wolf, too. "We all want to hear what you think about it."
"Well...eh..." Crisp's tail tucked itself against his legs while he stared at the glass he was holding in his paws, "It's...different, for sure, lol."
"I know it's not exactly your average job, that's for sure," Eric mused.
"But it can be a lot of fun," Roger smirked.
"Big fun," Lane added, getting grins from everyone around him.
"Oh so that's what you're thinking huh?" Roger elbowed the smaller otter, who just squirmed and giggled some more.
"Mayyybe."
"Guess it can look a bit wild, but it's still a job," Eric said, "ours just happen to include a lot of nudity in front of cameras."
"Bet your parents would be thrilled!" Leo chuckled in a voice that obviously said that he was joking.
That gave Crisp a pause. He stared at his glass thoughtfully for a moment before he spoke again.
"Lol...yeah...I mean...they don't even know I'm gay or anything..."
Everyone gave him a look, somewhat more somber this time around, too.
"Well, the time will come for that, too, when it does," Leo spoke with a gentle smile.
"Uh, I guess," Crisp said, "not gonna tell them anytime soon, I think...let them think I'm busy with college or something."
"In your own time," Marco patted the wolf's shoulder, which Crisp thought felt really nice, caring, even.
"Nobody else's business but yours, Crispy," Lane said, too.
"I guess so," Crisp said.
"But think about it," Roger smirked, "you're getting to do a lot of fun stuff many college guys only dream about, whether they're gay or straight - hey, you're partying with a bunch of porn stars even now!"
Crisp suddenly imagined his own fraternity house full of girls in very skimpy outfits, with huge boobs bouncing while all the rowdy guys he lived with chased them. That was probably their idea of a hot party with porn stars, not his own, really...they were straight, after all. He still smiled, though, at the idea that at some level his housemates might be envious of him if they knew.
"Lol, I guess," he said.
"Not to mention all the fun stuff you get to do, on and off screen," Leo winked again, sounding more kinky again.
"Well...uhm...yeah, sure," Crisp replied as he felt a stirring in his dick in his shorts, " I mean, there's so much stuff I've already done, and still, stuff I haven't tried, and..."
"I'm sure you'll get a chance to go all out on it!" Lane beamed. "Give you a lot of fun experiences and skills you can try out with your boyfriend."
Crisp gulped.
"B-boyfriend?" he stammered. "I don't have one."
"No?" Marco gasped dramatically. "A cute guy like you?"
"No, no, lol, no," Crisp said, "I mean...I didn't even have sex before I started doing videos..."
Everyone stared. Roger's muzzle was actually gaping open. Lane blinked slowly.
"You joking?" Eric breathed.
Crisp shook his head, ears dropping with shyness once again.
"Uh, no, " he managed to say.
"I mean...really?" Leo voiced. "I mean...for real?"
"Yeah," the wolf mumbled, staring at his knuckles, "embarrassing, right?"
"Uhm...no, not really..." Leo continued, "but...but....really, you know, a porn shoot isn't really a good place to try stuff for the first time...at least I think so...since it's so different from...from stuff regular furs do between each other..."
"I figured," Crisp replied.
"But...so...so you were a virgin when we...we did that scene?" Leo asked curiously.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Wow," Leo sounded he was in awe.
"Is it really that weird?" Crisp mumbled.
"Of course it's not," Marco said, "it's just, guys in our industry generally have been...you know...around the block before they start doing this stuff."
"Around the block?" Crisp asked.
"With some experience," Marco replied.
"Oh..." Crisp said.
"Well, at least you're learning with the best!" Roger chuckled. "We're all eager to play with ya!"
Crisp felt more shy, seeing the bear's expression, and the way he was looking at him, but he felt glad that all the guys seemed to be as supporting as they were.
"Uh...thanks, guys," he said.
"No need to thank!" Lane winked. "You're cute!"
"Aww, he's blushing again," Marco declared.
Crisp knew he was, but it wasn't really something he could help with. Being bombarded with such compliments was really new to him, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it.
"If my nose is not incorrect, the food is here!" Roger stated.
He wasn't wrong - the waitress appeared, with two plates, which landed in front of Leo and Marco, and with a little remark from her, she fetched more, twice, so that soon everyone was finally getting something to eat. Crisp's hunger seemed to only multiply when he saw his own burger, and he was eager to dig into it. The French fries were delicious, too, not too fatty and crunched nicely between his teeth.
He ate slowly, even if his stomach demanded him to hurry up. This was a meal meant to be enjoyed, not hogged down immediately...just like how Roger was eating, his steak disappearing into his gullet in several huge bites with generous helpings of sauce to go with it. He sure seemed to have as big an appetite as his body implied.
Crisp was fully concentrated on eating all the way until he suddenly felt something brush against his thigh. The sensation stopped him mid-chew for a moment, but when the feeling passed, he went back to spearing a piece of fried potato on his fork and popped it into his maw.
The same sensation repeated, something warm and firm rubbing along the inside of his thigh. Crisp looked up from his plate and gazed about the table. He could see Roger and Marco chatting, and Lane nibbling on a piece of asparagus, and Eric happily gobbling down lasagna...and Leo, eating his steak slowly, but with a peculiarly concentrated look on his muzzle.
Crisp's ears heated when Leo's and his eyes met, and he realized that the war pressure on his thigh persisted. Leo flashed him a grin and flicked an ear in his direction before sipping water as if the only thing he was interested in at the moment was the food on his plate.
Crisp's cock throbbed wildly as he felt the lion's footpaw travel down along his thigh and then press onto his groin, toes curling so that they pressed onto his dick and balls and sheath. He almost gasped, and he had to remind himself to keep on eating and pretend nothing was happening, even with the lion teasing his dick through his pants.
How could he be so kinky? They were in public, there were furs sitting everywhere around them, eating while unknowingly to them, the lion was giving Crisp a clandestine footjob under the table!
The mischievous lion toes curled and flexed, rubbing over Crisp's pulsing shaft and nudging his balls. The wolf was painfully hard in his shorts, and he felt like he was starting to sweat. It was hard not to moan and whimper at the pleasurable sensations teasing through his groin, while it seemed that even his co-workers were unaware of what was happening to the wolf.
Shit, Crisp thought, the lion's toes felt really nice...what if he would suddenly cum into his shorts? He'd have to walk around with a big stain of seed on his clothes...anyone could see it...not to mention the scent...he blushed furiously at the thought and wondering how he could tell the lion to stop without rousing too much suspicion.
It seemed that Leo had read his mind, somehow, because suddenly the lion's footpaw disappeared. Crisp glanced over at the lion and saw that he was sitting there with a smirk on his muzzle, especially broad once he saw the wolf looking at him. Crisp looked away, quickly, and tried to concentrate on his food again.
His respite only lasted a moment, because soon, perhaps a minute or two later, Crisp felt a brushing against his left ankle. He looked over at the lion again, but Leo seemed to be busy helping himself to some more bread, and didn't return the wolf's surprised look...even when Crisp felt another brush, this time against his other ankle. It felt ticklish and he almost yelped at the surprise, but that'd be just too much...
Crisp tried to settle down comfortably and continue eating, hoping that the lion had stopped teasing him in public. It had felt sexy and good, but it was a bit too much for the wolf, he wasn't used to doing anything adventurous to begin with, let alone...something like what'd just happened to him. It was just unheard of.
Another ticklish sensation brushed against his ankle and prompted Crisp to lift his footpaw with the plan to scratch the itch with his foot, but as he did so, a weird tugging sensation stopped him. Crisp's eyes widened when he tried moving his feet, but on both of his feet, the same tugging persisted. It felt as if...but surely not...
...like...
...like his shoelaces had been tied together.
"Uhm..." Crisp mumbled, but a sudden realization hit him, once again within the space of about ten seconds. "Where's Lane?"
The guys around him stopped eating and gave him a look...as well as a few smirks.
"Oh, he went to powder his nose," Marco chuckled.
"He - w-what?" Crisp mumbled.
"Went to take a leak," Leo said.
"Oh...oh, okay..." Crisp replied.
He barely had the time to pick his fork to go back to eating when he felt a sensation over his groin that could not be anything else but someone's paws - even with his limited experience in all matters sexual, there was no mistaking that feeling.
He was pretty sure it was webbed paws, too, that could only belong to...
"Uh..." Crisp gasped when he felt the paws move along his thighs, rubbing clearly towards his groin.
"That burger really nice?" Roger grinned. His breath smelled heavily of meat, and a hint of garlic.
Crisp just stared, as if the question had been spoken in a bizarre language he had never heard before.
The paws touched his waistband and now the wolf gasped, unable to contain his surprise this time around. Ears flicked around the table, and eyes were turned upon him, but nobody seemed to be really catching on...surely...surely they wouldn't think that Lane really had gone to the bathroom...
One paw rubbed along his thigh and slipped into the loose leg of his shorts, cupping Crisp's balls into a warm grip that forced him to bite his teeth together. The otter's teasing fingers rolled his testicles in his palm and played with them, while the cheeky otter's other paw still tried to poke under his waistband.
_"Pass me the Tabasco, will you?" _
"Sure do, dude!"
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"Thanks!"
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Crisp clutched his fork and tried to will himself to continue eating, not wanting to appear as if he was not enjoying his food in case the waitress would come back and start asking questions...he was sure that he would die of embarrassment should that happen. He'd just have to try to calm himself down and...take whatever would happen to him, and maybe chastise his co-workers later on for their naughty behavior in the restaurant.
The naughty paws disappeared, but only for a second, because then they returned at full force, this time on his waistband, tugging, hard enough to make his tail flap wildly under the table...Crisp was sure that he accidentally smacked Lane with it, too, but the otter didn't seem to mind. It only seemed to make him more eager to try and slip Crisp's shorts off. The webbed paws rubbed over his butt and actually managed to move the waistband down even further...then tugged over his ass...causing his erection to pop out of them!
Crisp gasped, his hard cock suddenly out in the open, not exactly cold but...but he felt so exposed, his ears drooped and he felt an extra layer of heat on his cheeks. His eyes looked wildly around the restaurant, wondering if anyone had noticed anything strange going on...but nobody seemed to say anything.
"S-...shouldn't Lane be back already?" Crisp mumbled.
The look on Eric's muzzle was so evil that Crisp knew instantly that he had to be on in the game.
"Oh, I'm sure he's just taking his time," the German Shepherd smiled.
A slippery tongue stroked over Crisp's balls, forcing him to bite his teeth together as the hot sensation washed through his groin. The hot, wet sensation travelled, all along his fuzzy balls and then to his shaft, the otter really playing and toying with him, tasting his dick while his paws played with Crisp's thighs. Crisp's eyes widened again when the hot sensation moved right onto the tip of his dick.
Crisp just couldn't believe it, but it really was happening - Lane had taken him into his muzzle and was now sucking the wolf's cock, right there in the restaurant, kneeling under the table covered in plaid red and white cloth.
"Ahh..." Crisp gasped.
"Remember to not to chew with your muzzle open," Roger rumbled in what was probably meant to be a fatherly tone.
"Yeah, finish your burger!" Leo chuckled.
Crisp's heart pounded and he had to put effort into keeping his breathing from turning into plain panting while he tried to keep himself cool, all the while a rather hot muzzle slipped up and down on his dick. The tongue teased all around his tip, saliva slickened him up and the otter's maw was so very hot and welcoming, really wanting the wolf cock inside it while Crisp had no choice but to sit down, his feet tied together, and allow the otter to play with him. The naughty lutrine was expertly handling him, mouthing and squeezing in places, using his tongue to the maximum effect while he teased the poor seated wolf to a great blowjob in public. Crisp found himself squirming a little, his tail swishing again...
"Easy there," Roger's rumbling voice spoke into his ear, just before a heavy bear paw pressed down onto Crisp's thigh.
"Heheh," Marco added, while his paw rested onto Crisp's other leg.
He was now being held down, while Roger was even still picking pieces of steak into his muzzle and eating them with great appetite, all the time while his paw remained solid and heavy on Crisp's thigh to make sure the wolf wouldn't lurch away from the blowjob. Heat and wetness slid over his dick, making him throb and leak even more than before, with bursts of pleasure filing his belly with each slick, hot pass. It was really hard to sit still -
"Hello, are you enjoying yourselves?"
Crisp almost jumped out of his skin. The coyote waitress was back, holding a little notepad in her paw while she smiled broadly to the assorted porn stars sitting in the booth.
"Oh, definitely!" Leo purred. "This steak is splendid."
"Very, very good!" Roger added.
"Delicious!" Marco smiled.
"Would you be interested in order dessert now?"
Wet tongue circled Crisp's tip and sent sparks of pleasure, fingers dug into the firm skin under his balls, nearing his hole...
"I'd like to have a banana split, please!"
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"A slice of hot apple pie with extra whipped cream!"
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"Hmm...I'm not sure...something creamy, though, I think I feel like something creamy..."
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Crisp gawked at his buddies' orders for dessert - were they teasing him even further by that?
"And how about you, sweetheart?"
Crisp realized that the coyote was talking to him, looking expectantly at the wolf with her notepad at ready to take his order.
Fingertips stroked against Crisp's tailhole, making it clench down...and hot tongue, warm muzzle, caressing all over his sensitive meat.
"Uhhhh..."
"Today's special is a tiramisu, and I did have a bite and I must say it's reeeeally good."
"Uh...really?" Crisp whimpered.
"Oh yes, it was just pure heaven over the tongue!"
Much like the muzzle bobbing up and down on Crisp...fingers squeezing his balls...tugging at them...tickling his hole...
"I...I'll have one...then..." Crisp mumbled.
"And a round of coffee for everyone, of course!" Leo mrowled. "I'm buying!"
"Oh, that's nice!" the coyote wrote something down onto her pad before disappearing.
"You should've ordered yours with extra cream, too!" Leo smirked to Crisp.
"Uhhh..." Crisp mumbled.
"Heheh," Roger chuckled roughly.
"UHh..." Crisp panted, his toes curling in his shorts.
Heat rushed through his groin, making his belly clench, his tail flap, tension coursing through his body when the heat suddenly overwhelmed him and he squeezed his eyes shut, the bursting waves of pleasure accompanied by spurts of hot, goopy cum travelling his shaft and then blasting out into the madly suctioning maw. Lane was swallowing everything Crisp pumped out, and he didn't stop until even the final contractions subsided.
Crisp was still gasping when the otter snuck from underneath the table and sat back to his spot, going for his glass with a big grin on his muzzle. He was licking his lips even still.
"Welcome to the pack, dude," Leo grinned.
Everyone was grinning, and Crisp soon realized that they all must've been in it.
"Uh...that...that was...insane..." he mumbled.
"But fun, don't you deny it!" Roger chuckled.
"Don't you dare!" Lane added.
"Uh..."
"How about we toast Crisp again?" Leo lifted his glass.
"Sure!"
"Oh yeah!"
"To Crisp!"
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The rest of the dinner proceeded in a way that Crisp considered to be rather normal, besides the rude suggestive remarkable and double entendres, perhaps, but he could deal with that. He was even more cheered to learn that Leo would drop him off at his own place, too, which meant he wouldn't have to travel across the town on the bus.
"Thanks again," Crisp said as he already stood on the pavement outside the frat house, with lots of leering guys looking at him from inside the car.
"No problem!" Leo grinned. "It was our pleasure!"
"Mine especially!" Lane chimed from inside the car.
"Oh, you!" someone chuckled inside the car...Eric, Crisp thought.
"Well...thanks!" Crisp said. "Again.
"Heheh! Hope I'll work with you again soon, dude!" Leo said. "But you better hurry up now, it's starting to rain!"
He pointed at the windscreen, already streaked with a few drops of water, and more were coming down even now.
"Uh...yeah...okay, so, seeyah!"
"Byyyeeee!"
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Crisp hurried across the yard, not wanting to get wet, and stepped through the front door and into the warm safety of the house...
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