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Joseph Nymph and I didn't…get along. Mostly on a personal level.

It had nothing to do with our age difference, really. Not even as a prejudice between a Siberian tiger like him and a German shepherd like me. I got along well enough with younger porn stars—feline porn stars too—and even dated a few in recent years, but something about the spitfire tiger twink's personality rubbed me the wrong way whenever we had to shoot videos together. Having worked as one of the most desired actors in gay pornography well into my late forties (Matthew Diamond is still a popular search on porn sites), I still maintained a healthy, well-muscled body as well as a respectful, friendly relationship with anyone I worked with. I treated my costars—the director, staff, fluffers, and stagehands—like you should in any professional environment, which was why I absolutely despised divas.

Especially ones like Joseph Nymph, who embodied everything I avoided: being disrespectful, arrogant, and thinking that he couldn't be replaced because ha had 'like, a million OnlyFollowers fans'. As if it meant anything to an old-school dog like me.

Shit, I sometimes wished his agent would eventually get him in contact with Keith Irons. The pervy old boar creamed his pants at any delicious lad who'd never experienced (consensual) corporal punishment. Ha! Nothing would make me happier than seeing the diva tiger get his ass brutally spanked to a glowing red in a Naughty Twinks video. It would definitely be amusing, to say the least.

Not to say the brat wasn't popular. One of Joseph's most popular and most viewed series was an anthology of videos simply called the 'Rogue Twink' series. It featured Joseph as the titular protagonist as a delinquent punk getting fucked by various characters.

Imagine my annoyance when I was sent an invitation to co-star in one of these videos. I wanted to get a new sound system, so why not?

The storyline seemed simple enough; a rogue delinquent in his late teens/early twenties had been arrested for shoplifting yet again. I played his probation officer going to visit him in his jail cell. I played my role well enough, dressed in a semi-presentable business suit with a briefcase, entering the interrogation room to discuss how tired I was getting with the tiger's antics. Then, a verbal fight would ensue, and I'd use my size and strength to push him against a wall when he tried 'punching' me, according to the script. In-character, I would berate my costar for being a spoiled punk who needed to be taught a lesson, which would then turn into a rough kiss he would reciprocate (the director originally wanted Joseph to act like he was struggling for a bit, but I gently put my foot down that I wasn't comfortable having my character ignore dubious consent), followed by a few sex scenes. The rogue twink well then promise to stay on the straight and narrow path.

“Try not to go hammy, Matty," Joseph said casually as he leaned against the wall. “I don't want to keep doing these takes."

“I'll try not to if you don't, Joey," I emphasized his nickname. The twerp was about to make an indignant response when the Director called for us to get ready.

“Action!"

I gripped his wrists above his heated ears without applying too much force. Joseph smartly allowed his tail to thrash, pretending to have an indignant stare as I said my lines.

“I'm giving you a final chance, kiddo," I growled with the visible fangs. The cameras circled us. “You need an attitude adjustment. If you'll let me, I can teach you how to be…submissive to society…Otherwise, I'll just walk out of here and let you try to flirt with the next parole officer that comes your way."

“Grrr, fuck you! And…" he sighed, before leaning his head up to whisper, “Fuck me…"

Age and experience allowed me to know how to properly kiss. Whenever I wanted to be romantic, I didn't simply just mash my lips together with my partner. I took my time. I love you surely like my lips pressed against his and used my tongue to explore his mouth and eager lips, dancing with his tongue like a slow waltz. Whatever I wanted to be a little more dominant though, at least in the kiss, I could always apply a little more confidence and determination; with Joseph Nymph, he grew limp both in character and in real life as I pressed my muscle to his and my tongue thoroughly explored his maw for enticing him to suckle on it, then rewarding his patience with a leisure waltz of our tongues together.

It worked every time. It even left him stunned and blushing sheepishly, a reaction that I doubt he even planned to do for the script.

Speaking of which, the shoots went along more smoothly than I expected; we still exchanged contemptuous glances and glares, but sometimes to the advantage of what the director had in mind for the plotline. It was about a probation officer 'putting a bratty delinquent in his place', after all.

I stripped him down and held him against the interrogation table. I pulled a thick dildo from my briefcase and lathered it in lube before using it on the tiger in preparation for getting fuck. And boy, did he later get fucked!

Minutes were spent teasing the camera, followed by slowly pulling it from his less-than-virgin tailhole, and inserting it after letting the cameraman get several shots. Age did nothing to slow down my libido. I admittedly relished thrusting my award-winning meat—all ten inches long and two inches thick—in and out of that tight tailhole, clenching tightly around the shaft from tip to hilt. Joseph Nymph felt like a velvet vise around my cock, coaxing it for release.

The only time we broke character midway through a scene happened during the final fucking, when I pounded faster into the tiger twink's ass and improvised. I spanked him on the right ass cheek once, causing the moaning tiger to let out a yelp, then give me a death glare I returned with a smile. Plus, another quick spank, followed by eager thrusting. I didn't try it a third time.

Nevertheless, it didn't stop us from giving a good performance. I had to give him that. Delirious moans and delightful squeaks left his whiskered lips while I growled out grunts of satisfaction. Satisfaction of seemingly putting a delinquent in his place and satisfaction for once again getting to fuck the college-aged brat. Joseph even did more improv by whispering 'I love you' over and over while I came jets under his soft tail, which the director seem to love.

Truly, hate fucks between colleagues are the best.

Later, we finished filming the rest of the scene in the afterglow when I started washing my crotch with a wet towel. I got confused when me and Joseph exchanged a look as we stretched our tired, sweaty muscles on the busy set.

“What?" I asked.

“When I said 'I love you' all those times…"

I saved a paw and laughed. “There was no misunderstanding…I hate you."

He exhaled in relief and coy teasing. “That's good, cause I hate you too." The tiger let out a chuffing laugh, his smile glowing in a light I didn't see before. “Still, I can't deny that for being an old man, you sure know how to fuck like a beast."

“And for being a young brat, you know how to use that mouth of yours for more than just bragging," I replied without batting an eye.

“Hahaha," Joseph said, rolling his eyes. “Still, you did good."

I smirked. “You too."

Little did either of us know at the time, but it would be an INCREDIBLY popular video. Tens of thousands of views within an hour, from what we gathered. The worst part though? The director already had plans for a sequel.

Fuck me, and fuck him, literally.

Still, a part of me looked forward to it.