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"So, how do you like being the center of attention? And how was it getting some 'attention'?" Sal cooed at his smiling friend with anticipation.

"It was. I-I can't even put it into words, it was so. Invigorating!" Peter started clutching at his chest to stop his hands from shaking. He leaned back into the passenger seat and watched his reflection in the car's window.

"I won't lie, I'm surprised you didn't wuss out or you know, freak out when everyone started walking into the room. Gerry told me you looked like you were about to be executed when you finally noticed everyone." Sal started chuckling at the memory.

"Well screw Gary!" Peter jumped up in his seat.

"Gerry."

"Whatever, I feel like I'm on top of the world." Peter leaned his head against the window.

"Easy there lover boy, forget topping the world when you haven't even topped or been topped. " Sal pointed out to him with a challenging smile.

"Small victories." Peter sighed, fogging up the window. "How was your shoot?"

"Nothing compared to yours, I topped some mouse. Not really my type though, had a little too much meat on his bones for my liking ." The otter shifted in his seat and shuddered at his new thought."Aaand his breath smelt like a pack of cigarettes and pot! Yuck." Sal stuck out his stubby tongue.

" I hope that won't happen to me." Sal spun his head over to face him.

"You shouldn't have said that, now that you did it will happen."

"Hey eyes on the road!" The cat slapped his Sal on the arm."What?" He added when he noticed the face he was making.

"You're actually sticking to this?" Sal turned his focus back to the road.

"Well. Yeah. Shouldn't I?" Peter lifted his head and tilted it at the question.

"Well, not even twelve hours ago you couldn't even stop shaking. You would have made a chihuahua jealous. Because they shake a lot, get it?" Sal quickly explained his terrible joke.

" Har-har, well things change. I have seven hundred dollars in my wallet now and I guess I like the attention?" Peter asked himself." I mean I've always been the loser, queer, nerd, fag, now I'm like." He tried to think of an analogy but couldn't think of anything that related to being a gay porn soon to be star.

" Now you're the popular kid who everyone want's to be with." Sal finished." At least you're happy." Sal let out a deep breath." You're right, I really am happy for you. Sorry to rain on your parade. Just worried about you is all." Sal revealed his friend.

"Awwww, I worry about you too." Peter teased. Sal started mumbling to himself but otherwise stayed quiet.

The car stayed quiet for the last few minutes of their trip back to the student parking. Once they arrived they happily exited the car to stretch.

"So you going back to your place or?" Sal let the question hang.

"I should get back to my place" Peter felt his tail and ears droop at the thought of going back to his dorm.

Sal let out a loud and obnoxious sarcastic sigh. "Grab some clothes and come back to my place, I would never let a friend go back to a dick he doesn't like. Forget a dorm full." Peter threw his fluffy snow furred arms around Sal embracing him in a hug, almost knocking him over in the process.

"I knew becoming friends with you was a good idea." Sal pulled his cocky friend off of him and started walking backwards to where his dorm was.

"Yeah and so far I gave you a home, job and a free chance to ogle my junk. Don't expect that to stop by the way." Peter let out a laugh as he turned around and hurried home. He called out behind him. "I definitely owe you." He didn't get a response so he started to walk at a quicker pace back to his personal hell.

Luckily, the college campus was pretty empty except for the occasional stragglers walking to and fro. Peter pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time. 17:46 brightly shone on the clear glass screen. It was just late enough for afternoon classes to be over but not early enough for night classes to start. He kicked a lone pebble that was lying on the cement path he was on, it skipped a good amount of times before sliding to a halt.

His dorm finally popped into view after his silent stroll, even more luckily it was too early for them to start a party. He padded his way up the white steps and through the heavy wooden door, a few of his dorm mates were lazily relaxing on the couch sharing a joint and watching cartoon channel. They didn't turn to greet him, then again even if he was an entire swat team ready to bust them they probably still wouldn't care.

Peter hopped up the stairs that led to the second floor two at a time and strided to his plain bedroom. He clicked the door open and walked to his bed. He dropped to his knees and started to reach under his bed for the travel bag he kept there. "Still at Sal's." He mumbled to himself as he rose up and let his head fall onto his cot. He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment to rest and think of what to do.

His nose was instantly bathed in his scent and the musk stained bed sheets. "Oof, I really need to wash these." He liked the smell, which he would never admit of course, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep on that bed again until he washed the scent of his arousal and left over stains of cum out of the sheets.

Breaking himself from his trance, he forced himself to stand and made his way to his dresser. He opened a few of the drawers and started pulling clothes out of them. Shirts first, then pants and underwear last. Once he had a sizeable mountain of clothes in his arms, he plopped them onto the bed,"This should last me about a week". He reached for his sleek black messenger bag that held his laptop on his night stand, fluidly sliding it over his shoulder. It's red dragon mascot stood pronounced at it's center.

He opened the main compartment of his travel bag and started to stuff as much of his clothes in as possible, even when it was overflowing he still had to carry a few pairs of shorts and his hoodie. He glanced around his room trying to spot anything that he missed, his eyes settled back to his night stand. He started to pull his eyes away from it by they immediately drifted back. Peter reached into back pocket and pulled out his 'recently filled' wallet and retrieved a small silver key.

Peter closed the door behind him and strolled to his wooden compartment and bent over to reach it's lowest drawer. He slid the key into the keyhole and pulled the drawer open, a plain long rectangular box filled the space. He lifted one of the flaps with his finger to check his cargo, two bottles of lube, two bottles of cleaner, and five different sizes and types of silicone toys. Most held knots, others held ridges some had both. He dropped the flap and slid the box under his arm, using his clothes to cover it. He hastily pushed the drawer shut and turned the key before placing it back into his wallet and into his back pocket.

A heated blush covered his face, turning the inside of his ears into a bright red not that he would know of course. The snow leopard made his way back to the door and slowly pulled it open, expecting someone to be waiting for him. There was no one, he swiveled his head left and right checking that the coast was clear before stepping out of his room and shutting the door.

Peter padded down the stairs, the entire time thinking. "Dont trip dont trip dont trip." And reached the bottom without incident, rushing out the door. He quickly started to make his way back to Sal's place, something about holding a box of dildo's makes for a good way to get to places quicker.

............

Not soon enough, he was walking through the hallway that led to Sal's room. He let his paw make a short rhythm on Sal's door. "It's unlocked." Sal's voice seeped through the door. Peter griped the knob and pushed his way into the room. Sal was on the computer again, this time his shorts weren't down to his ankles however. Why did Peter feel disappointed?

"Just leave everything where you want." Sal spoke while keeping his attention on his computer. From what Peter could see it looked like he was on a school document.

"What'cha workin' on?" Peter childy asked as he dropped his stuff next to the couch and started to sort through his mess.

"Italiano." Sal quietly responded, his attention was stuck to the screen

"Hai bisogno d'aiuto? Io sono molto bene a italiano." The cat shot at Sal, fluidly speaking the foreign language.

"No, stronzo." Sal briefly let his eyes flick to his friend before going back to work.

"I'm not an asshole! Asshole." Peter mumbled as he started to pull out the couch. He let his friend get back to studying as he plopped onto the couch with a loud squeal of protest from the springs. He slid the bag off his shoulder and carefully placed it on his criss crossed legs, pulling his computer out in the process to do some studying of his own. Being busy the past two days has really put him behind schedule,well for_ his _work schedule anyway. He liked to finish projects and papers ASAP so not to worry about them, with the two days off he could already feel the pressure weighing down on him. Even though he still has a week to complete a two day assignment.

The first assignment he started to work on was editing a video he shot last week at the main plaza of the campus, then came his english paper and finally a schedule for next week.

That's what their next few days consisted of, doing school work, finishing any overdue papers(In Sal's case), and focusing on school. By the time next week came around it seemed as if everything went back to normal.

They were back in Sal's room when Peter got a nice surprise. Sal was busy on his chemistry paper as Peter started to wrap up his work and put it back into his backpack. When it was away, he pulled out his phone and started to kill the time with a few random apps. First came muzzle-book then the weekly zoogle searches. Lastly, the monthly emptying of spam on his email.

"Would you like to be a contestant on."Delete, "The prince of." Delete"Congrat's your the lucky winner of." Delete. "Schedule date for next filming." Delete. Wait! The mouse was right over the trash icon as he caught himself from deleting it in time. He clicked on the white box that lead to the email.

Sender<<All Fur inc. Operator-Blake W.>>

To <<[email protected]

"Hey kid! So, from what you've probably seen on our website you should know by now that you've definitely made a splash in the industry in the past week, on one shooting alone! So, before the initial hype dies down we want to get you in for filming soon so that we could have a video out by the end of next week. If you are alright with it, we would like you to bottom for this vid. I promise not to pair you up with someone who will be 'too' rough with you ;). If you could please respond back to me by either email or though the number below. I'd appreciate it.

-Blake

P.S (I'd start practicing at home if I were you.)

P.P.S( make sure your clean and ready for filming before you arrive)

401-203-5555

Wait a second, what did he mean by on their website? Peter fingers quickly tapped the screen to get on the internet and typed out Allfur.com. The first image that greeted him was of a thin busty tigress with a familiar white substance laid all over her muzzle and face, she was winking at the screen as she let her tongue gather the fluid in her mouth, there wasn't even an age check was the first thought that went through his head. Peter let out gulp.

Not even two scrolls down the black prefaced website, his jaw dropped. There he was, his rump raised at the camera, his tail was flagged high in the air showing off his 'precious' tailhole. His head was exposed just enough for a worried smirk to show on his lips and for his bright white ears to be seen bending backwards in submission. His eyes clearly read "Come and get me I dare you! Just be gentle." How did they even get that picture! He didn't do that during the shoot, did he?

He clicked on his image, he could feel a heated blush start on his muzzle and run along his ear tips. There was a frozen picture of him sucking off the lion. The title read "Shy bitches first blowjob" wow what a lovely name. He clicked on the video but a message popped up that he needed to be a member to access it. He harrumphed and exited the message, his eyes finally got level with a very surprising set of numbers.

Downloads- 557,980

Views-2,687,094

Thumbs up-2,200,456

Score- Five stars

He could feel his jaw drop. "S-Sal, how many views do you usually get per video?"

"What?" Sal turned away from his studies.

"On the All fur website, how many views do your videos get?" He repeated.

"I don't know, on a good week sometimes a little under a mil. Why do you ask?" Sal swiveled his body to see the crazy look on the snow leopard.

"How many does Bri-Jean I mean, get?"

"I don't know I don't watch him, he's a dick to me. I heard him bragging about getting over a million and a half once." Sal cocked an eyebrow at the hysterical feline.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod." Peter started to stammer as he started to jump up and down."I have almost three million!"

Sal gruffly laughed "Bullshiiiit," as he turned around to get back to work. Peter jumped off of the couch, falling over in the process, and thrust his phone in his friend's face.

"As much as I'd love to see your cute rump I have to get back to work." He threw his paw over the phone and pushed it aside. Peter felt himself blushing at the comment but stayed determined as he pulled the phone over Sal's eyes. Sal let out an aggravated sigh as he took the phone out of his paw and started to read.

"Wow, what a nice title." His eyes skimmed over the screen, then stopped dead. He tilted his head up to peter and back down at the phone, then back up. "Bullshit, how?" He exclaimed as he handed back the phone.

"I don't know." Peter mumbled," Blake sent me an email earlier about setting up my next shoot.

"Is it what I think it is?" The otter teased, causing Peter to blush even more and flick his ears down.

"He said I should start practicing at home." Peter informed him.

"I know you're a virgin but have you ever..." Sal trailed on with his question. Peter answered him with a small nod.

"With what?"

"Well, I have some toys I got online." The cat hesitantly informed.

"You're going to have to get them from your dorm then, I don't mind you 'practicing' here." Sal annunciated with his fingers.

"Of course you wouldn't, too bad you're going to have to stay outside when I do it." Peter huffed and crossed his arms.

"C'mon, I'm going to see you at the shoot anyway." He pleaded.

"No, you save it for online so I can get paid from you watching it." Peter turned around and made his way back to the couch. Sal ignored him.

"You want to get them today or tomorrow?"

"It's fine I have-I mean." Peter tried to stop his words but Sal already understood. His lips parted in a savage smile.

"Show me."

"No, you have work to do." Peter blurted out.

" Nu,uh. We're not going to just breeze by this Mr. Innocent, you owe me." Sal kept the smile and walked over to Peter who let out an audible gulp. Sal stepped his way in front of Peter and placed his paws on the felines shoulder's, lightly pushing him back. Sal crawled ontop of him and straddled his waist while putting his muzzle next to Peter's ear, he let out a provocative breath into it.

"I promise you won't regret it." Sal seductively breathed into his ear and started to teasingly grind his rump on Peter's crotch.

"Oh god." Peter yelped out as Sal started to drag his muzzle down his neck, giving a few tempting licks along the way. Peter could feel his pants starting to get tighter ."If I do will you stop?" He quickly spoke so Sal wouldn't notice his predicament.

"Maybe." He started to drag his paws down peter's skinny sides, continuing the erotic dance on Peter's lap. When he started to feel him start prodding his rear he teased." Ooo, what's this." He pulled his muzzle off Peter and settled more weight on his lap, tightening his legs grip Peter.

"I'll show you!" He exclaimed.

Sal instantly lost his husky act and let out an excited "Great," as he pulled himself off Peter and kneeled on the floor, resting his head on his arms that were on the couch.

"Didn't think you would rape me for it." Peter stumbled off the floor and and tried to casually adjust himself.

"It's not rape if you like it." Sal chimed.

"That's fucked up, I haven't heard that since middle school." Peter announced as he reached under his bag and pulled out the smallish sized cardboard box, placing it on the couch.

"How many do you have!?" Sal exclaimed as the box came into view.

"Five." He answered embarrassed.

When Peter didn't make a move at the box Sal finally piped up and motioned to the box."Well? Hurry up, the suspense is killing me!"

"They're... silicon penises, what's suspenseful about that?" Peter questioned to stall.

"I've known you for almost an entire year now and not until a few days ago did I know you were this kinky. I want to see what your into."

"Kinky? How is his kinky, a lot of people have, dicks in a box."Peter pouted.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, one, you're paid to have sex on camera so millions of people can watch, two, don't think I forgot about what you said about the kink test, three, you. Have. A. Box. Of. Dildo's." Sal drew out.

"Okay fine, so I may be somewhat non-vanila. You happy?" Peter acknowledged his defeat.

"Not until you open the box. What's in the..."

"Don't you dare finish that movie reference!" Peter thrust a finger at Sal. In turn, Sal clamped his muzzle shut.

Peter let out a deep breath and brought his paws to the box's flaps, slowly pulling them open. A thin red paper sheet covered his treats, he pulled it back and another black one laid underneath.

"It's like christmas." Sal giggled. Peter finally pulled out five different sized packages and placed them on the bed.

"Done you've seen them, putting them away now." Peter picked one up but Sal quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Don't even think about it." Peter sighed and tossed it to Sal, who caught it no problem.

"Wow, why's it so heavy? And...long?" Sal started to unwrap the toy, a goofy grin spread across his face,"Are you a size queen?"

"Sal I swear to god." Peter stammered out in warning.

"I don't think you'll need too much practice, look at the knot on this thing! How are you not walking funny?" He started to flop the bright red toy around, eliciting a few giggles from himself. Peter on the other hand, stayed quiet and tried to not let his embarrassment get any worse.

"I think I need to call Blake and tell him to get a rhino, or a fucking dragon!"

"Don't you dare! This," Peter motioned to the flopping thing in Sal's paw "Is one thing, a real one is completely different, I think. A real person is, you know real. Nick though is. Fuck." Peter groaned at the now hysterical otter.

"Y-y-you named it!" Sal was clutching his stomach and rolling on his back, deafening whoops of laughter filled the room. Peter brought his paw to his face and rubbed his muzzle in aggravation.

"I'm gonna call Blake before I regret my life decisions." Peter hopped off the couch and started walking to the door, phone in hand.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Or Nicks! Is he named after that mo-."His voice was cut off by the slamming door.

Peter let out a deep breathe, along with a small chuckle. "I think I just made his night." He spoke to himself as he started putting in the number from the email onto his phone. He pressed call and brought the speaker to his ear. Three rings wafted through the speaker until a voice, much huskier than Sal's, wafted into his eardrum.

"Hello, you have reached Allfur enterprises please state your name and reason for calling." The voice reminded Peter of Claire's.

"Um- Peter, I work here. Uhhh, Blake told me to get in contact with him and gave me this number."

The same voice now rocketed into his ear almost deafening the poor feline, yep definitely Claire

"PETER! Hi, so nice of you to call finally! How was your first shoot?" The Doe didn't even bother to restran her voice and excitement, Peter pulled the phone a little further away from his ear.

"It was very...Insightful." He responded hesitantly. She was quiet for a few seconds.

"That's it?" Her now bland voice came out. Peter thought of what to say in return before his mind answered for him

"It was fantastic, I didn't know something could ever feel so good! Jean was an absolute dream." He purred out, much to claire's appeasement.

"That's more like it. Oh Jean, he's such a sweet thing when you get to know him. He's kind of like you in some ways, anyway back to business. I'll connect you with Blake now, please stay on the line." She returned to her seductive voice for the last bit. Some boring elevator music came to life as he waited to connect to his boss.

"Peter baby how are you!" Blake's voice, much like Claire's, rang into his ear.

"I'm fine thanks."

"Good, so I take it you read my email?" Blake's pitch started to rise.

"I uh, yes I did." Peter blurted timidly.

"How do you think the video came out?"

"I don't have a membership to see it." Blake let out a very over the top gasp.

"I'll send you a code for it immediately, send me an email after you watch it." A quiet rustling came through the speaker, "So, will you be free any day this week?"

"Um, I have a test for my class on Wednesday and I can't be ready for tomorrow so how about Thursday?" Peter wracked his brain for his schedule

A quiet mumble came through the phone"Thursday, thursday, Thursday. Yes! Justin will be free from twelve to seven, what we plan to do will take roughly four hours of your time."

"Um, what do you plan to do?" Peter asked unsure.

"Well, make up for thirty, explaining for another thirty, pics for an hour, film for another hour, and end with better shots of of the hard core scenes." Blake responded nonchalantly.

"I meant what will I be doing?"

"Oh, you'll be posing for pics, getting barebacked don't worry everyone's blood work is clean, and that's about it."

"Who will I be working with?" Peter started to lean against the wall.

"Either a roo named Hunter or Grant who's a wolf. Justin suggested Buck but he may be a little much."

"Why's that?" Peter felt a little offended by the response.

"He's a rhino kid. He will literally tear you a new one." He dead panned.

"Oh, how about...Hunter? I've always had a soft spot for kangaroos." He answered abashed at having to choose.

"Like the exotic ones ay?" Blake started to do a bad 'Aussie' impression.

"No, it's just." He was cut off.

" I'm teasing ya kid, he is going to lo-uh-ve you." Blake started to talk to himself." Anyway, what time will work for you?"

" 3." Peter clipped.

" Great, remember to stretch yourself out for Thursday. If you're rolling around in pain and crying out we can't shoot. If you need any help or have any questions either ask Sal or call Claire." Blake started to finish.

" Ask for help?" The cat questioned in disbelief.

" Well, it may be good for you to get used to another hand helping you out down there." The voice responded.

" Yeah I'll be fine on my own. For now anyway." Peter ran a paw over his face in annoyance.

" Sall will be disappointed."

" I bet he will."

Blake let out a laugh," Nice talking to you Pete."

"I'll see you thursday." A dull bleep announced the end of the call.

Peter slid the phone into his pocket and leaned his head against the wall. "What a day job you've earned yourself." He mumbled to himself, a small smirk split his lips.

He pushed himself off the wall and opened the door to Sal's room, quite a spectacle awaited him.

All of his toys circled the entrance of the door, standing at attention as they were suctioned to floor. Sal was lying right behind them with his air soft rifle pointed at him, he had on a helmet that he had stuck Nick onto. "Fire!" Sal yelled at the stunned feline. A white streak shot from the toy and at Peter.

"What the hell!?" Peter jumped back as the the lube shot toward him. Sal was dying of laughter on the floor, Peter was almost dying of a heart attack.

"T-th-that was amazing! That went like ten feet!"Sal was barely able to spit out over his laughter.

"That spot on the floor will forever be slick just to let you know." Peter scolded as he crossed his arms.

"You almost put a hole in the ceiling" The otter continued to tease.

"You owe me another bottle." Peter stepped over his 'buddies' and sat on the couch, arms still crossed.

"What why!?" Sal was finally able to contain himself.

"That was an entire 60 milliliters!" Peter threw a pillow at him. Sal was able to duck but not low enough for it to miss poor nick. The pillow flopped off causing the toy to spring back and forth like a floppy unicorn horn.

"Okay okay." Sal threw up his arms in defeat and wiped the dirt off his knees before walking over to his desk. Peter let out a loud cough. "Bless you." He let out another one causing sal to turn around.

Peter pointed at the army surrounding the door.

" Oooh duh." Sal began to return them to their packaging and placed them back into the box, he went back to his desk and started typing on his computer. Peter kept staring at him, sal could feel him staring at him."What?" Peter kept staring at him.

The bobbing rod finally came into view "Ha almost forgot." He pulled Nick by the knot, coming off with a loud pop. He tossed it to Peter who caught it and stuffed it back into the box, placing it under the couch again.

They stayed quiet for a few moments." So, you never answered my question." Peter cocked his head to the side." Are you a size queen?"

Peter flipped him the bird and pulled out his phone to start scrolling through website that he now had access to, leaving the otter to laugh in peace. Peter grabbed his headphones from his bag and plopped them into his ears. He clicked onto his video and the film started to play.

After the first minute he could feel himself starting to get hard, after the next minute Sal finally spoke up." I can smell you you know."

"S-sorry, just seeing how the shoot came out." Peter clicked his phone off and laid it on the bed, the dull clicking of Sal's keyboard wafted into his ears. He started to play with his tail tip, flicking it back and forth in his paw.

Peter couldn't help it, he snatched his phone back up and put his headphones back into his ears to continue the video. There he was, getting a mouthful of lion in his muzzle. Peter could remember the musk and spice that filled his muzzle and nose clearly. The way that Jean's cum hit the back of his throat, unforgettable.

"You know, you should post a pic on the website, you'll probably gain a few followers." Sal announced.

"What do you mean?"

"You can post pictures on the website to gain a little extra moola. If you take a pic of your 'situation' and upload it you may get something out of it." Sal answered.

Peter thought it over for a moment." How?" Sal got up from his seat and walked over to Peter. He laid down next to him and started tapping his screen, next thing he knew their was his camera pointing at them.

"Smile." Sal whispered into his ear as the screen clicked. He submitted the photo and the camera came back up again. "Ready?"

"What?! No." Peter blurted.

"Pete, everyone on this website has already seen it. Ten minutes of it if that sweetens the deal." Sal deadpanned.

"I don't even know any poses."

"Pete, your 'peter' is the focus of this. Just smile at the camera, and I don't know, raise your tail for me for a booty shot?" He raised the phone again and pointed it at the cat. "Just model, let me do the rest."

" You're a Picasso with words aren't you." Peter broke eye contact with Sal.

"C'mon, I've seen it twice already, four if you count your video."

"You're not helping! Wait, what do you mean four?" He mewled out.

"Saw it when they were editing, when you were looking at my peep show, once during the video, and I may have snuck a peek when you got hard in your sleep. You gonna do this or what?" Sal rushed out now that he was getting impatient.

" Yeah yeah, I am I think." Peter reached for his waistband, but his paws stopped moving when his fingers got caught between his fur and the fabric. Sal started to kneel and aim the phone at Peter's waist.

Peter's breath got caught in his lungs, why did getting naked have to be so stressful? Oh yeah, he was in front of a camera and his only friend who was greedily watching him. He closed his eyes as he pulled his shorts down and slid them off his legs. All he had on now were his boxers and tank top, which were both doing very little to hide his arousal. A small dark bead stained the front of his briefs which Sal was quick to zoom in on, Peter quickly covered himself with his paws when he started to get his 'stage fright'.

Sal gave him an encouraging shake with his free paw, Peter took a deep breath and removed his paws. Without thinking he slid his restrictor off and it was on the floor, leaving his barbed member to stand at attention for the phone. A nervous excitement coursed through him, causing a small smile to form on his lips and his length quiver from the exposure. He turned his head to the phone and made eye contact with the small black lens on it's corner. While keeping eye contact, he teasingly went on his hands and knees and started crawling to Sal. He lowered his upper body and raised his rump into the air, tilting his head as he did so.

Although nothing was showing, Peter knew that this shot would be a heavy hitter due to the imagination that the viewer was left with. He cocked his head to both sides, after a few moments he rolled onto his back. His cock shot straight up into the air, which he instantly covered with his tank top. He started to feel a little flustered at the thought of what he was doing but the enjoyment of it outweighed its negatives.

He temptatively moved his shirt out of the way and moved his paws to his face which he was now trying to cover. Sal switched positions and moved over to his side, panning the phone up and down his body. Peter moved his paws down to his chest and gripped his tank top, the only clothing that was left on his body. He decided to keep it on, he was a little conscious about his lack of abs and with all the focus on him he felt better with it on.

He shifted to his side, rear facing the camera, and curled his ropey tail over his hip. He turned his muzzle toward Sal, he saw this pose on an image online before. Sal shuffled behind him but otherwise stayed quiet. Peter then went to his final position, the always beloved doggy style. He kept his tail high and inviting in the air, spreading his legs enough for the camera to see his furry pouch and some of his arousal hanging in front of it. Peter kept his face pushed into the coach with the thought of "Why am I doing this?"

Suddenly a warm furry paw gripped the left curve of his butt. Peter instantly jumped but still stayed in position frozen in shock. Sal's paw started to gently knead the muscle before gripping it and pulling it to the side, spreading his cheeks even more. Peter let out a quiet mewl of protest and pleasure. He could feel the heat of Sal's breath setting onto his rump. With not so hard not so soft SLAP, Sal let go of Peters now reddened cheek. What he did next surprised him even more.

The same paw now wrapped itself on his hard member, his balls were now resting on the otters wrist. Sal started to tug the naturally lubricated cock downward, much too slowly for Peters comfort. Sal kept a firm grip on the barbed cock, teasingly going up and down at a leisurely pace. Peter pressed his muzzle even harder into the sheets, a quiet moan was muffled against them. Sal transferred his paw from Peter's cock to his un-pleasured balls. He started to roll each of them in his paw, as if churning them to get produce more kitty cum.

He would focus on one then move to the other, never leaving one unattended for too long, which turned his 'friend' into absolute goo. He gripped both of them for one last small squeeze before returning back to Peter's dripping cock. Peter started to move his paws under his head to stop them from shaking. From this position, Peter could see Sal behind him wearing a sadistic grin. Sal started to jerk his paw even faster, an almost constant stream of pre was leaking from Peter now which Sal greedily spread around the length of Peter's cock. A 'shlick shlick' noise was made each time Sal dragged his paw up and down as well as the whimpers and moans of pleasure that was coming from the feline as his barbs raked through Sal's paw.

Sal continued to go at a faster rate, edging Peter more and more until it was finally too much.

"I-I'm going to cum!" Peter announced, the camera got a clear view of his tailhole clenching, his balls slowly starting to shudder, and the lashing of his tail. Stars filled Peter's vision as he shot spurt after spurt of his seed onto the sheets. A loud pattering was made each time a rope shot out. Sal kept milking him for all he was worth until he started to get over sensitive. Spasms wracked his body as his arms gave out causing him to fall into his own mess.

He could feel his seed seeping into the fur around his crotch and naval. A few last shudders left his muscles before he finally realized that he was moaning throughout his entire orgasm. "Ymph ghp it?" Peter groaned into the sheets.

"Oooh yes I did." Sal deviously responded. Peter heard a few more clicks on his phone before sal tossed it next to him. Peter felt it fly next to his ear but he made no move to get it. Sal let out a series of quiet chortles as he gave Peter one last grope to his butt. He got up and walked to his bed, Peter heard the springs creak under his weight.

" You're not going to, you know...?" Peter lifted his head and turned it towards Sal, looking at him through his half lidded eyes.

"Nope, saving up for tomorrow."

Peter took his time to get up, he lifted off of his chest and onto his back, his cock had already returned back into his sheathe. "Yuck," he stated as he started to feel the fur around his sheathe starting to stick to his shirt from his cum.

When he sat up he started to look around for his shorts, which were hidden under the bed. He slipped them on as he reached for his phone. Peter laid back down on his bed, ignoring the wet spot on the sheets and his fur. When he unlocked his phone he saw that Sal already uploaded it and put it as an album, or so he thought, there was only one image named modeling session.

When he clicked on it a six minute video popped up, no pictures. " I thought you said pictures!" Peter squeaked to Sal who was on his phone.

" Yeah those are pictures, just billions of moving one's." Sal pointed out with what now seemed his signature smirk of ' haha got you'.

" I am so getting you for this." Peter shot out.

" You're welcome." The otter called back. A new logo popped up under the title that read,_ liked by Ty_. Ty? Peter clicked on the link that was attached to his name. A picture of Sal showed up.

"Did you just like the pict...video?" Peter questioned.

"Why yes I did sweet cheeks." He teased.

" Oh my god." Peter spoke out as he started scrolling through his friends profile, Sal misinterpreted his words.

" just speaking the truth."

"Showing an otter his place, Down the otter's hole, Showing a 'dom' his place.You have quite the collection of videos Sal. Is that the bear you had to film with last week?" Peter started to fight back.

" Get out of there!" Sal yelled out.

"Looks like you're not much as much a top as you make yourself out to be."

"Go to page two if you don't think I'm, wait don't, give me your phone." Sal demanded as he sprung up from his bed.

"Okay I will, after I see page three." Peter flung himself under his blankets so that Sal couldn't reach for his phone. Sal pounced on him anyway, landing on his legs.

" Don't make me have to start grinding on you again !" Sal threatened the snow leopard.

" If you do that I think you might cum in your pants." Peter's voice was muffled from being under the cloth.

" I'll kick you out!"

"Suuuure you will." Peter giggled as he got to Sal's final page." You had to be a pizza guy!?"

" They were just starting out." Sal tried to find peter's head but couldn't find it due to his constant wiggling.

"Okay I'm done I'll stop." Peter finally let up, he pulled himself out from the covers to face a very annoyed otter." Looks like I'm not the only camera shy person."

"It's not that, I just didn't want your mind to explode from so much sexy." Sal quickly thought of as an excuse.

" Dork." Peter giggled as he slipped his phone onto the dresser next the couch.

Sal slid off of peter's legs and made his way back to his bed. "I think I'm going to go to bed now, I'm all tuckered out." Peter told him.

"Same here, need an alarm or anything? I have to get up for ten." He asked.

"No, only have a class at three tomorrow."

"M'kay. That's when my shoot is." Sal stripped off everything but his underwear and flicked off the lights, before going to his bed. "Make sure you wash the jizz out of those sheets tomorrow, I don't want them to stain."

"Sal, they're already stained."

"Right." Sal realized.

"Night."

"Goodnight." Sal plugged in his phone and pulled his blankets under him while trying to ignore the constant throb that his cock provided. He was relieved that Peter didn't click on any of older videos. Unlike his counterpart, he wasn't lucky when he got into the business. He wasn't the hot species or the twink boy everyone wanted, he was just a decently attractive guy. The only way for him to spread his name at the time was to do video after video, most of which contained some very taboo kinks that Sal only participated in just to gain a few subscribers.

Sal shuddered at the thought of some of the things he had to do. He doesn't have to do those any more luckily, now he only has to do what he's happy to be doing. Bdsm, bondage, group stuff, things that actually turned him on. Before however, he was happy that they never ran out of a certain erection sustaining pill. 'Nope nope nope, it's time for bed, sleeeep, sleeep.' Sal thought to himself.

Peter could hear that Sal was having a hard time falling asleep and decided to say something. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, just can't get comfortable." Sal lied, he stopped shuffling.

" You want me to come snuggle with you?" Peter asked.

"Ha ha I wouldn't say no." He responded.

Sal saw Peter starting to get up." Wait I thought you were kidding." Sal spoke up.

"Were you?"

"Well, no but..." Peter walked over to him and softly laid down next to him on the confined bed, pulling the sheets over his body.

"Better?" Sal nodded unsure at what he was doing. Peter turned his back to him, Sal wrapped an arm around his waist and started to spoon him. Accidentally poking his pride into Peter's rump.

"You're still hard."Peter gasped out in surprise.

" What can I say, you put on quite a show." Sal played along.

"That I did." Peter started to push back to get closer to Sal, he could feels the otter's breath on his neck.

"Goodnight." Peter told him again. Sal whispered the same response into his ear before pushing his muzzle into the downy fur of Peter's neck, inhaling his scent which soon lulled him into a deep sleep.

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A series of blaring guitar chords came from Sal's floor. Sal quickly turned over and groped for his phone to turn off the alarm, which was much harder to do with only one arm. His other arm was resting under Peter, previously clutching the cat to him. Sal let out a quiet sigh, wanting to go back to sleep. He turned his head to the other body on his bed. Peter was still facing away from his, Sal could see his sides rising and falling with each breath.

Sal slowly started to slide his arm out from under Peter, which soon got the pins and needles feeling from his previously restricted blood flow. Once his arm was free Sal stood up and made his way over to his dresser, he looked back as he started to hear Peter shuffling. He seemed to still be asleep.

Sal started pulling clothes from his drawers and put them on. A simple pair of cargo shorts and a plaid button up, he left the two buttons at the top undone.

He looked around his room to check for his things, he grabbed his backpack and his phone. As he was looking for his sunglasses an idea came to him, he briefly looked at Peter before going to the couch. He bent over and reached for the familiar cardboard box, he soon had Nick flopping in his paws. He let out a quiet snicker.

He tiptoed his way over to the sleeping feline. Sneakily, he climbed over Peter and rested a paw against the wall next to the bed. He was only inches away from the cats face. With the patience of a cat stalking his prey, he moved his other paw to the wall and pushed the sizable toy onto it making sure that it suctioned on and would stay. He gave it a gentle tug from it's knot.

"Damn things bigger than my paw." Sal whispered to Peter. He gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and slid off the bed and out the door.

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A bright light filled Peter's eyes as he woke up, he quickly closed them in response. He let out a content groan of pleasure as he started to stretch his back. His tail curled around his leg in reflex, causing its joints to let out a few inaudible pops. This has been the most refreshing sleep he's had in forever it seemed. The couch seemed almost cloud like compared to what it has been like in the past week.

He returned back to his side and cuddled his blankets up to him, weird, they smelled as if Sal has been rolling around in them for the entire month. He jumped forward and opened his ocean blue eyes to check if he wasn't snuggling with Sal's cum covered one he leaves under his bed.

As soon as he did, he was poked in the eye by something in front of him. Peter mewled out pain as he covered his eye with a paw, once he regained focus he saw the culprit dangling in front of him.

"Dammit Nick! I mean Sal!" He stuttered out his correction. He sat up and started prodding his closed eye, he stopped when he realized where he was sitting. " Why am In Sal's be...-oh, right." Peter could feel his cheeks heating up as he started to blush.

He calmly kicked the blankets off his and sat up, pulling his paw away from his eye. He looked down to see that he was still in his underwear and tank top. He pulled them both off and tossed them on his bed. "Errrg." He growled out as his paw met his sticky and cum crusted fur around his waist. "Should have showered, still worth it though." He gave his sheathe a quick rub down to get his blood blowing.

He pulled on some of his dirty clothes,remaining underwear less, and grabbed his showering bag before slipping out Sal's door and to the showers wearing a content smile on his muzzle the entire way.

By the time he got back to Sal's room it was already 11:00 am, Sal's class started at 10 so he still roughly had twenty minutes to kill. The first thing he did to kill the time was to pull Nick off Sal's wall and back into his box after that, he started planning what they could do.

"Movies, no nothing good's out. Mall? Possibly, bowling? Boring with two people, sex? Funny." He began talking to himself.

" Studying? Bingo, although the mall would be fun." He fell back and started to recline on Sal's couch.

"I need friends? Yes, yes I do voice in my head."

This went back and forth for thirty minutes before Sal finally returned. "Hey Peter there is a deal at the mall where if you buy forty bucks or more of clothes you eat free. Want to go?" Wow, that was easy.

"Sure, I was going to ask you the same. Didn't know they had that deal though." Peter hopped off the couch and bounded to his friend, before they knew it they were off enjoying their day together.