FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted. Got busy with finishing up college, and other life things. If you are considered underage by your local laws, you shouldn’t be on this site. This is Male on Male erotica, if you don’t like that sort of thing, better luck finding what you do want elsewhere. Otherwise, enjoy.

I sigh as I see yet another job site demand, I type out all of the information that’s already in my resume. ‘Marcus Johnson’ ‘27’ ‘Graduated from…’

The same old things I’ve been having to type out for weeks. I thought I’d have a job lined up out of college with a small film studio, but that fell through with the IRS audited them and found out the CEO was embezzling. _Scumbag was stealing from his employe_es. I’m glad the guy was caught, but it did mean the studio went under and didn’t have any jobs for me. So here I was, scrolling five or six different job sites looking for work that was at least somewhat relevant to my Film Studies degree.

As I was scrolling, I came across a banner ad for Farm House Studios, Odd name but okay. I clicked the banner and quickly learned it was a porn production company. I thought about clicking back to the job search, but my dick stirred in my pants. Maybe working in porn wouldn’t be so bad? I started my research, Farm House was a real studio, that offered decent pay, and experience in the film industry, while not the most mainstream approach to gain experience, they did teach people production skills and foster talent. That’s more than most of these companies do. I thought.

It seemed Farm House Studios loved pairing humans with large beasts for their pornos. Human women getting railed by large horse men, human men getting dominated by big busty cowgirls, and plenty of bisexual and gay content too. Something hypnotic about watching that big beast dicks vanishing into a man, big sweaty balls slapping against his ass.

I decided to apply. I checked the box for seeking employment in production, I hesitated a moment, mouse hovering over Actor/Actress check box as well. I’m a fit guy, I’m young, I have a big dick… I click the box and finish filling out the form. It’ll be a lot more fun than a boring office job or retail. I shudder at the memory of my summer job working at a department store with the nightmare customers. I click submit and I get an automated email thanking me for applying and Farm House Studios will be in touch.

A few weeks went by, and I had a few phone interviews but nothing came of it. Hard not to take all the ghosting personally. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I checked my phone mindlessly, and saw I had an email notification. I opened and saw Farm House Studios reached out. I verified when I’d be available for an interview in person.

“Friday at 11 AM works for us, see you then.

Bruce,

Farm House Studios”

I smile, glad to have some kind of movement on the job hunt front, this shit is exhausting. I nervously, and excitedly waited for Friday. I made sure to shower, putting on deodorant, my good jeans that hug my bubble butt and crotch a bit, and a black button down shirt. I take a breath, smoothing my black hair a bit before leaving the bathroom and grabbing my keys from the table by the door.

I pulled into the parking space in front of the studio, a small banner in front of the warehouse reading Farm House Studios with their Barn logo.

I take a breath before exiting my car. 10:45, I’m a little early, that’s a good impression right? I walk inside, not sure what to expect. There’s a small fox behind the desk in the lobby, typing away on his computer. He looks up,

“Hello, how can I help you?” he asks.

“Uh, I’m here for the interview…”

“Name?”

“Uh, Marcus Johnson,”

He nods and types on his computer a moment. He hands me a clipboard,

“Please fill this out and give it back to me when you’re done,” he says. I nod and take the clipboard and take a seat. I begin reading the form, a release form, for any videos I may star in. I blush softly, I wasn’t sure if I’d be doing one of those casting couch videos for an interview, but I’m glad I showered before coming here. I fill out the form, and hand it back to the fox. A moment later he gets up, “Come with me,” he leads the way through the doors and down a long hall and into an office with a large dark wood desk and a black leather couch How original.

“Mister Carter will be with you shortly,” the fox says before closing the door.

I sit down, nervous, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans. This is crazy, but I need the job, and it’ll be good to get production experience I tell myself.

I can’t help but flinch as the door suddenly opens and in steps a huge pig, at least 6’5 tall, and heavy set, a big gut entering the room first before the rest of him did. I stand. The big pig smiles, “Morning, I’m Mr. Carter.” he says in a deep voice.

“I’m uh, M-marcus Johnson,” I say, shaking the large man’s hand. I can’t help but eye him over, big belly, big man tits, and judging from the bulge in the front of his pants, a really big dick. I gulp.

My Carter takes his seat behind the big desk, looking over a file.

“I see you’re interested in the production side and the acting side?”

I nod, “Yeah, I haven’t spent much time in front of the camera, but uh, well your website made it look like a lot of fun…” I blush, feeling my dick stirring awake. I sit back down. Mr. Carter chuckles, “It can be, yeah. What’s your sexual history? Not something an employer usually asks I know, but relevant to this kind of work,”

“Oh, uh, well I lost my virginity at 16, to a senior in school. I top, and bottom sometimes, if I like the guy, which isn’t that often because they ghost after a one night stand,” I say, realizing I’m nervous rambling. “So uh, some experience, but never in front of a camera.”

Mr. Carter nods, making a note in the file. “It’s not uncommon for our stars to want to talk to one another a bit before a shoot, so that’s not an issue. Easier to relax after the initial awkwardness of meeting a new person,” the big pig smiles.

“So you mostly suck dick then?”

I nod, “Y-yeah. Or get sucked.”

“Mind if I record that part of the interview, the site loves casting couch situations,”

I blush and nod. The big pig pulls a camcorder out of his desk.

“Do you have a porn name yet? You can use your first name, but you’ll probably want to make up a last name so your porn isn’t the first thing to come up if a future employer looks you up.

I think a moment, “What about Mark Black?”

Mr. Carter nods, “That’ll do,” before pushing record and asking me,

“So, what’s your name, and age?”

“Hi, I’m Mark Black, and I’m 27 years old,” I say, trying to get used to a camera being there while I talk to Mr. Carter.

“Have you done porn before?”

I shake my head, “No,”

“You like to suck dick?” the older man asks bluntly.

I blush and nod.

Mr. Carter stands in front of his desk.

“Come and show me then,” the big pig grins, setting the camera down on the desk and turning so the camera gets a perfect view of the big man’s crotch and me getting off the couch and in front of the huge pig. I get on my knees, blushing as I see myself on the camcorder recording screen. I unbuckle Mr. Carter’s belt, pulling the zipper down, my mouth watering imagining the size of the old pig’s hog. I reach inside his pants and pull out his girthy dick, not even fully hard yet. His foreskin wet with precum. I fish his heavy sweaty balls out of his pants as well, letting the lowhangers rest against the outside of his pants. I breath in that musky pig odor, aroused by Mr. Carter’s smell. I kiss the side of his heavy dick, from the head to the base before kissing his balls. I slowly take his left ball into my mouth first, enjoying its size and warmth. I alternate the big balls, sucking and kissing the right one as well. That big thick pig dick growing bigger in my hand as I gently stroke him as I suck his balls. I couldn’t see Mr. Carter over his huge gut, but I could certainty hear him moaning. I pull back, slowly taking that thick meat into my mouth, tasting his precum. Sweet and lightly salty. My tongue teasing his foreskin as I take the head into my mouth, watching myself on the camcorder screen. I slowly take more and more of that fat pink pig dick into my mouth, watching myself.

“Oh fuck, boy, you’re pretty good at this,” Mr. Carter moans.

I stroke his fat dick, slowly gaining speed as I audibly slurp on him. I moan, rather enjoying myself. My dick so hard in my pants, contained by my underwear and my denim. One hand stroking that dick, the other massaging his heavy balls as I blow him. I get that big pig hard, a fat 10 inches. I drool all over his meat, taking more and more into my mouth and throat, wanting to take it all down my throat, like some kind of sexy challenge. I slurp on Mr. Carter louder, faster. The big pig moaning, quivering, I could feel his big cum factory nuts growing hotter. I gag as I take all 10 inches down my throat, I can barely breathe but I don’t care, I’m so fucking horny. The only thought on my mind I need that pig to cum down my throat.

Mr. Carter pants harder, “Oh fuck, boy. I’m gonna c- fuck!”

The big pig forces my head to stay on his dick, my mouth wrapped around the base of his thick meat as he cums. I feel that fat dick throb in my throat, thick blasts of cum flood my stomach. He keeps cumming and cumming, showing no sign of stopping. I gag, face red as I can’t breathe. I pull back, needing air badly. I gasp as I inhale, that fat pig dick still blasting fat ropes of hot jizz all over my face and shirt. I keep my mouth open, panting as that man shoots a fountain of thick man cream.

“Should have warned you boy, pigs cum a LOT,” Mr. Carter chuckles as his enormous orgasm slowly subsides after fifteen minutes. I’m soaked in musky pig jizz, my clothes wet from his cum, and mine. The inside of my boxers wet with my cum. I smile softly, “So, did I get the job?”

Mr. Carter smiles, “I’d say so,” he leans down and kisses me, tasting his own cum.

“Welcome to Farm House Studios, Mark.”