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And here we go for the next installment in the ongoing series of raw memoirs of the gay porn stay Jimmy the Lion.

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...you do know that you're gonna get fucked a lot if you sign up, yeah?"

The polar bear's rough voice brought me back from my reverie of past dalliances and back to this moment, the not-so-proverbial casting couch of the Blue Paws Productions porn studios. In front of me sat the polar bear and the horse, the apparent duo behind this cum-soaked pawing-off facility.

I shrugged at Max the polar bear's question and gave him an indifferent look.

"Well ain't that just what you guys do here?" I spoke to them, likely sounding just as punky and teenaged rebellious that I was at the time. I barely had a proper mane yet, lol.

The horse snorted and glared at me a little bit.

"it's just that, we do get people occasionally coming here who falter at the real opportunity," the horse whom I knew was called Jock spoke.

"Basically, they can't get it up," the polar bear chimed in with a lewd grunt." Or chicken out about lifting their tail in front of the camera."

"Well you saw me in my vids, right," I defended myself for the dirty duo. "You must've seen that I do get it up pretty nicely, lol."

I received more glares for my silly word usage, but I stayed true to my thoughts. I knew I was an exhibitionist and simply got off at the idea that I was being watched and used like a sexual object like that, as source of fapping fantasies for the poor. That's how I saw it, and I did hope that they would see it as well.

"Still, though, pawing off in your own bedroom isn't the same as with a camera crew present," Max the polar bear spoke to me again. "And that's why we'd like you to formally audition for our studios, Mr. Norton."

I gave them a small nod and then said, lamely...

"Yeah..."

"You would do a solo shoot, and if that goes well, we might offer you some more work with our company," the horse added.

"Do I get any bucks for that?" I asked, really hoping that whatever there was in this for me, at least I could get something out of it besides a stupid bill for the gas I had spent driving here, and for the general pissed-offness in case that I'd flunked this opportunity.

"If the shoot goes well and we would consider publishing it on one of our ongoing online solo series, such as Casting Couch Cummers, which I'm sure you are familiar with..."

"He acts and talks pretty straight too so he might even fit with the Bi-Furrious lot," the polar spoke, giving me an once-over with his way too pervy eyes again. I had a feeling he was looking at the bulge in my jeans but while a silent voice in my head said that he was old and pervy, another voice in my head said that I should just fucking get used to it.

"So, Mr. Norton, are you willing to give it a try?" the horse asked me again, and this time I nodded.

"That's great!" the polar bear enthused, clapping his huge paws together and giving me another of those somewhat unnerving grins.

The horse smiled too, but a bit more briefly than his colleague.

"Excellent. Then we'll just have a little bit of paper work to fill out, and then we can get started."

I felt a little jolt of nerves in my belly again for his words.

"What, like, right now?"

"Yes, we have a quiet schedule today, so we can get started with your audition pretty much right away once we file you in to your system, get a copy of your ID so that we can prove you're not a minor and we can sign a bunch of other papers as well that tell that you're clean and willing and releasing the right to use your likeness in the product and the other forms we need to do."

I must admit that a lot of that sounded like bullshit crap and went past my head, but I just kinda nodded and went with the flow.

I hear a creak as the polar bear stood up from his chair.

"I guess if you get started here, I'll just go and set things up out in the workshop," Max the polar bear spoke to his colleague and me and received a nod after which he disappeared to the hall again, leaving me alone to deal with the horse who was pulling out all kinds of forms and papers from his desk drawer.

I had to answer quite a lot of questions and give him my driver's license which he looked through again as well as the papers I had gotten from my local GP that told that my bloodwork was clean and I didn't have any STDs or other transmissible diseases that any potential sexual partner could catch, not to mention the tox screen which indicated that I wasn't a druggie either. Apparently those were a problem in the business, or so the horse told me as he typed my details into his computer screen, only pausing to make another embarrassingly detailed question about my cock size and the like lol.

In a way it was a bit like creating your character for a role-playing game, since he was writing down stats like eye colour, height, weight, fur shade and stuff, though this game was indeed of the more naughty kind since he also included stats like the length of my indeed hefty feline pole as well as other kind of creepy details.

"There's one more matter before we move on," he said after finishing up with a couple of questions about the number of my barbs, typing that particular piece of information matter-of-factly into his computer as he spoke. "We need you a porn star name."

I gave him a somewhat puzzled look.

"I bet you don't go on making your online vids either with your own name, do you?" the horse spoke to me and I was kinda getting what he was meaning, so I kinda shrugged and said that I hadn't really thought about that.

"Well, then you should just pick one and we can get this underway," the horse told me, and I let the thought run through my stupid head for a while until a name popped up kinda randomly up.

"Umm...like...well...how'd...Lance...be?" I blurted out.

"Not bad at all," the horse declared my new porn star name official and typed it down.

After a couple more questions he handed me over the papers and a pen and I signed them in my terrible pawwriting, and then I saw those slips of paper being closed into a brown folder and put into one of the filing cabinets, and he clicked the SAVE button on his computer and thus I, Jimmy, had entered the system for the first time as an official porn wannabe.

"I'm sure Max is already waiting for you out in the studio," he spoke as he rounded up from the filing cabinet again and stood by me. "Let's go now, eh? Big time for you, kitten."

I felt like I wanted to flip him the finger for calling me a kitten, but instead I just nodded again in my teeny moody angsty way and then followed him to the small hall of the enterprise once more, this time taking the middle door that did not lead into the management office or the strange accounting/coffee/stuff room, but into a small corridor with doors opening to each side. It wasn't a very long corridor at all, but there were about five doors.

"This, I suppose, is the heart of our business," he told me, giving me a grin as he clopped along. "To the left is the editing booth where Tony, our editor, works most the day, and he doesn't really like distractions so we won't go in there, and to your right here..."

He waved his hand at a door to the right marked "LOCKER ROOM"

"...that's where our models can change and shower and cleanse and whatever they need to do before a shoot," the horse explained to me as we moved along. "We've got props storage here on the right that also doubles as the fetish studio for whenever we want to do leather or S/M stuff, and here..."

We were now standing on the far left door, and he used some sort of a key card to open the non-descript door that opened into a dark room. He flicked the lights on from a flick by the door, and I found out that it was a room about the size of a big master bedroom, with an area at the corner marked away with black tape on the floor. I also noticed that there was a faint scent in the room, a bit like a swimming pool. There were racks on the ceiling for lightning equipment, and a pile of furniture to the side, including a couple of beds, chairs, stools and the like. Currently on the corner there stood a double bed with no sheets or pillows or anything on it, and on the blank bed lay a huge, black horse cock dildo.

The real life horse standing next to me snorted.

"They must've forgotten to return that after they finished shooting here yesterday," he huffed, stepping back to the corridor with his ropey tail flicking as he clicked the lights off and we stood alone in the corridor again.

"So, that was our primary studio where we mostly shoot our stuff," he spoke to me," We're a no frills operation here, but we do shoot some of our material on location at hotels and the like, whenever the script calls for that. But mostly we just do it here because frankly, usually our customers don't' give a fuck about where their favorite porn star is getting pounded. So, yes, here..."

He used his administrative keycard on the last remaining door, and this time the room we entered was already fully lit up. It was a bit smaller than the one we visited before, but here too I got the studio feeling, with lights and microphones on long booms and white sheet-like things on the walls and all that stuff. Max the polar bear was in there and fiddling with some of the lights, pointing them at a black designer couch that was on the back of the room ,surrounded by the majority of the equipment. Off the to the side on a small table there were a couple of laptops and I saw next to them an expensive-looking digital video camera of the like that most artsy furs dreamed about but that cost as much as their family car.

"You all set here, Max?" the horse asked the busy polar bear.

"Yeah, pretty much soon, are you? Any nervous, kit?"

I felt stupid at being called a kitten again, but the horse told his colleague that the paperwork was done and that we could get going s soon as I was ready.

"Jimmy boy here decided that he's going to be called Lance for the shoot," the horse informed the polar bear who chuckled at this new information.

"Well that's more than fitting, considering the big spear you're packing, kit,", the bear joked.

"What we're doing here is a standard solo shoot, just like our professional models do on occasion," the polar bear lectured while he moved around the studio, checking a few more of his lights. "Basically, you're going to it sit on that couch and paw off and do a little bit of other stuff, too, and we're gonna shoot you with two cams."

"So I just sit there and whack it?" I asked for clarification.

Sounded easy enough.

"Of course, and you'll also do some posing as you are ordered to do, but don't worry about that, you just have to do exactly as I tell you to do, " the bear said, now moving over to the table to pick up the camera. After his mention of the other camera I did notice that there was another of them here, mounted on a tripod a little bit to the side, and now I found Max the polar bear aiming this smaller camera at me.

"Looking nice...stand still...zooming...,"...he muttered to himself while watching the tiny extendable LCD screen at the side of the camera as he took me in with it. "Your fur looks really good on camera...what do you think, Jock?"

The horse moved over to the laptop which I suspected also showed the live image from the camera, and the horse leaned down to study my picture in there.

"it's good," he declared after a few moments of watching.

The polar bear gave a nod for his colleague and put his camera away, walking over to a small cabinet on the opposite wall of the room underneath a wall-mounted big flat screen TV. He revealed an assortment of DVD's located to a shelf and turned to look at me.

"Most of our models like to have some porn running while they perform, so if you do, I'll just pop something in, ok?" he told me in a kind of a friendly voice, looking back at me still. "It will have to be on the mute though so that we can keep the mics on you and your sounds and we don't want any ambient sounds messing that up, but who needs sounds when there's cock, right?"

I gave him a slightly embarrassed smile back.

"Uh, yeah, I guess some inspiration might be fine," I said, feeling weird as crap for the casual way that question was made.

"We've got twinks and big guys and all species and even some women here, so come and take your pick," the polar bear gestured for me to come over.

I shuffled over and gave the selection of dirty movies a cursory glance before semi-randomly picking up one titled "RANDY RANCHERS 3", because the name seemed to promise action between bigger guys, and I wasn't too wrong since once I flipped the DVD cover around it showed a horse with a huge prick straddled on the back of a rhino wearing a saddle, and he had reins attached to his horn, and a ball gag on his mouth. The horse also wore a cowboy hat, and the balls of hay next to the were suggestive of a barn.

Wordlessly I gave the DVD for the polar bear who popped it into the player, put it on mute and le the movie start while he moved back to play around with his computer. I noticed that Jock the horse guy had sat down by the computer as well and seemed impassive as he just kinda stared out to in front of himself.

"So, why don't you just go and sit down on that couch and we'll get started, alright?" Max the polar bear spoke to me with an enthusiastic tone as we picked up his camera again and aimed it at the awaiting couch.

This was it, I thought, the real deal, the big time, the hotspot, the...lol.

I slinked over and sat down to the edge of the couch, my back straight and all my limbs tense, while my tail looped down by me and flicked there idly. I must've looked almost comical sitting there, in my baggy jeans and an oversized T-shirt and sneakers on me. it was a bit hard to make out what exactly I was seeing in front of me now, since the lights were really bright, but I did manage to see the ghostly shape of the horse behind his computers, and the looming figure of the polar bear with his camera pointed at me. Then there was the stupid porn running on mute at the back wall, where the horse and rhino, both wearing plaid shirts and jeans, were exchanging what must have been really lame pickup lines.

"Okay, you sure you're ready...Lance?" the bear called out for me, and I grumbled another "yeah," and then he reminded me to do just as I said and not look directly at the camera nor react to its movement in any way, and then...

"And going for sound...no more speaking unless in the film...," the horse announced, hands hovering over the laptop keyboard as he clicked something.

"And....action!"

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With that magical word and the little red light that lit up on Max's digital camera, young Jimmy the Lion was transported into another world. It stopped being an ordinary couch and the lion stopped being an ordinary feline. I felt a little bit of sweat starting to form behind my neck and realized that the lights were putting out a lot of heat, and I felt the nerves boil in my belly as I tried to keep my eyes level and at the television screen on the back and not look at the blinking red light or the polar bear.

"Hello to all of our patrons and welcome to another installment of Casting Couch Cummers," I heard the polar bear launch into a sort of a monologue, adopting this weird ass showman voice as if he was announcing a lottery winner or something weird like that, lolz.

I did realize that I might have heard his voice before, on the beginning of a video like this, but right then it wasn't a good familiarity. More than that, it put the nerves back to my belly and I flinched a little bit internally, knowing that the film was rolling and I was in the spotlight.

"...and on this lovely day we've got fresh meat here guys, when LANCE has decided to come over and audition for us here at Blue Paws... why don't you say a hello to all your viewers , Lance?"

It took me about a second to realize that he was talking to me, Jimmy, when he talked about Lance, and then I kinda lifted my paw in a hello and said a somewhat weak "Hi."

"And hey to you too, Lance," the polar bear continued in that same odd voice that didn't sound much like the way he normally spoke, or at least had spoken up until this point. "So, why don't you tell us how you had the idea of wanting to audition for adult modeling?"

Now, I did know how these cheesy questionnaires were meant to pan out since I had seen many of them during my eager fapping days of glory, so since hearing what they wanted me to do I had been running some thoughts and possible answers through my head. This question had been the number one, really.

"Uhh, well, I really like showing off my body and my cock so, I thought...why not combine fun and work, eh?" I spoke and grinned goofily at the camera.

"Now that's the spirit, kit," the polar bear spoke. I noticed that he was already moving a little bit around in front of me, catching new angles while the fixed standing camera on the pedestal was firmly pointing at me and catching every moment of this audition.

"And you're 18, yes?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"...and you're gay, right?" the polar bear pressed on with his questions.

"Yup, a total gay," I told him, feeling a bit ill at ease again since there hadn't been many times I had spoken those words aloud. Hell, I hadn't told my parents or my brother, nor to my friends back at home! And here I was stating that fact almost...casually, while being filmed for porn.

What a weird world...

"Heh heh, that's cool. You fucked around a lot?" the dirty bear asked me.

"Yeah, some," I said and laughed somewhat hollowly.

"I bet you have...," the bear growled in a slightly creepily kind of old perv kind of a way and again took a different angle at me with his camera to get around my body.

"So, why don't you take off your shirt and show us your body a little, and we'll see how hot a cat you are," the bear spoke once he had gotten his share of non-dirty shots I guess.

My paws left my knees where they'd been sitting for the duration of this cheesy chat so far, and slowly I pulled off my oversized T-shirt and tossed it to the side, pushing my shoulders back slightly to show off the way I was supposed to do.

I guess I had what you could call a nice body, I mean, I wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, but I had some tone to me thanks to doing some sports and even some light weightlifting. I was a slim lion cat alright, and downy furs covered by torso in an attractive shade of golden yellow. I had a nice flat belly and small but compact pecs that I hope showed on film, too.

"Looking good, kitten...you work out?"

"Umm...some, yeah," I spoke sitting there and being painfully aware that I was whoring myself for the camera with my simple presence, and I couldn't' decide whether to get excited or creeped out. I tried to brush those thoughts aside and also not to look at the cameras, but instead to the television screen out on the back where the rhino and the horse were now making out messily and groping each other's naked, suspiciously oiled-looking bodies while their huge cocks rubbed together between them. The sight of that hot display was actually turning me on a little bit, and I felt the familiar stirring inside my sheath, but certainly it wasn't enough for me to pop a boner instantly.

"Ymmy kitten...,"... the bear laughed from his kneeling position nearby, and I felt the fur on the back of my neck prickle a little.

This was way more creepy than I thought it'd be...

"Why don't you show a little bit of pits for all your viewes, Lance," I was told next by my director-cameraman-whatever.

Turning my upper body a little bit, I flexed and lifted my right arm so that my side was facing the mobile camera. That way I was sure that they could catch the attractive patch of whitish fur I had down there, making a sort of a stripe as it went down my side a little way, and I hooked my paw behind my neck and reached with my left paw to rub over my armpit. That felt ticklish but also good like it always did, and I saw the bear aim his camera as he centered on this self-pleasuring action, and from the corner of my eye I could see Jock the horse smile behind his computer screens.

"You're caramel, kitten...,".... the bear commented on my looks, and I continued my slow stroking, pulling a V down along my arm and my contorted side. I laughed hollowly for the compliment and continued stroking a bit more widely now, going over my chest, too.

"You look like a horny skater dude, kitten...you skate?"

"Nahh, not really my thing," I spoke almost-absentmindedly as I rubbed my paw over my chest, slowly teasing my right nipple so that it became a hard nub within my chest furs.

"Bet you rather play other kinda games, kitten..."

"With the right kinda furs I do," I replied cheekily, tilting my head a little and smirking for the cameras, looking like a complete asshole, I know, but that's how it's meant to be I guess.

"Why don't you show our discriminating audience some of what the right kinda furs get to see..," the bear told me again in that odd half-commanding tone from behind his camera,"...and loose those jeans of yours."

I stopped my self-petting and sat up straight again, bending down to quickly untie my sneakers and kicked them off along with my socks, of course, and then I stood up slowly so that the cameras had time to catch up with me. The polar bear was following my every mow, especially now that I stood there, my lean leonine form all out for view as I started to unbuckle my belt and then pulled my zipper down and released the button on the back so that my tail could get free, too. I gave a glance for the camera and the bear did a small gesture with his spare paw and I understood that he wanted me to turn a bit and thus I posed my side for the camera again as I got out of my jeans before standing up again.

"Wow...that's one fucking nice bulge you got there kitten," the bear growled to me lustfully, and I knew that the camera was aimed onto my crotch the very moment my jeans went off.

I stood there with my paws relaxed on my sides and felt my tail flick nervously again as I stood there for the cameras' digital scrutiny. I gave my front a small glimpse and saw that my boxer shorts indeed had a very nice bulge in them from my big and thick sheath that always looked pronounced due to my sheer size even when I wasn't hard. I tried even harder not to concentrate on the fact that I was being filmed by this stranger and resorted to the distraction movie once more , where the horse was now on his knees in front of the rhino and giving him a huge, sloppy blowjob while fondling the rhino's big balls.

It gave me some ideas alright, lol, and one of my paws rubbed down along my chest and belly until it came to cup my junk through my boxers, and I gave my sheath a nice squeeze for the cameras, and let myself rumble a bit for the microphones that were poised above me. I decided to mimic the horse on the porn flick running on the background and reach down to grab my balls as well, pulling on their sac a bit and making that into another hot display as well.

"Naughty kit...why don't you get on that couch and show us your ass a bit."

I turned around slowly but surely, my tail swaying as I got kneeling on the couch. I spread my thighs wide enough, pushed my shoulders back and arched my back so as to really show the double goodies of my compact, flat lion ass. It wasn't one of those really hot and round bubble butts, but mine was nice enough and very fuckable, as my few top partners had told me, so I didn't have anything to worry about on that regard. I know that on this position, too, it filled out my boxers pretty good so I didn't have to worry about that.

I braced my paws on the backrest of the couch and turned my head back so that I was looking over my shoulder, and by what I saw the polar bear was really concentrating on some closeups of my ass that was so tantalizingly close and still covered by that thin layer of black cloth.

"Niiiiice ass....you ever let anyone fuck you?"

"Yeahh....,". I sort of rumbled, throwing my shoulders back a little and giving my tail a wide swipe as if to bring even more attention for my ass.

"Give it a little bit of rub...yeah....just like that...,"... the bear crooned, and I did as I was directed, reaching with my paws to squeeze and fondle by ass through the fabric. It was feeling nice enough and I could feel my sheath swelling some more inside my boxers, and I knew that I really wanted to paw off soon.

"Now get those boxers off kit... let's see some of that ass..." I was coaxed, and slowly I rubbed my paws away towards my waistline and hooked my fingers under the elastic. Imagining all the potentially thousands of horny eyes that could eventually see this act happen, I slowly began to wiggle my tail end and pull the boxers down. I let them watch how more and more of my ass appeared, and I even growled a little as my swollen sheath got caught under the waistband before it popped free, and then I pulled the boxers down all the way to my knee and got them free one at a time so that I didn't really loose the hot position.

There I was, then, a teenaged, barely legal lion boy crouching on that porn couch, paws on my hips, my tail swaying behind me and my pert cat ass pushed out for everyone to view. I was still looking back over my shoulder and trying to avoid the cameras and not to get too distracted by the porn. Teabagging was now taking place and I was really starting to feel the effects of my latent boyish - male horniness, and I knew I wanted a bit more, soon.

"Nice, big balls... spread those legs a bit...yeah...those are big balls... why don't you lift your tail and show us all you've got there, Lance...yeah..."... the lewd monologue continued as I flicked my tail and caught it and flipped it over my shoulder in the classic positioning I had seen on porn so many times, and in the process I was exposing myself completely. I knew the camera could ogle over my hot ball sac now, as well the entirety of my ass, not to mention the curvy crack between those firm cheeks and what lay between them, my wrinkled pucker of a pink tailhole. I made sure to clench it a couple of times and that sent a nice jolt of pleasure through into my belly.

"That's a fucking hot ass, boy...shake it a bit...yes...yes..."

I gave my posterior another porn wriggle and the cameras caught that display with glee, while my paws spread my ass cheeks a bit to show myself off some more.

"I bet you're just dying for a fuck, aren't you...?"

"You betcha," I grinned back, making a few air fuck thrusts that flexed my ass hotly.

"Show us that meat of yours , kit."

I flipped myself over and sat down on the couch again, spreading my legs again so that I could very well show off my nasty lion package. I reached a paw down to fondle by balls and tug at them and made a lusty face for the camera while my free paw drifted over to rub my abs just above my swelling sheath. The porn stars on the television were sixty-nining and fingering each other's tailholes and that made my sheath stir enough so that a little bit of red peeked out from within the fuzzy cover. I gave the thick skin a small tug down and squeezed on my tip.

That made me growl and buff myself out even more. I started to paw off slowly, using only the tips of two of my fingers as I stroked the tip of my quickly hardening cock that was pulsing and slipping out of my sheath, revealing more red inches and barbs with each hot pulse. I slowly added more fingers and eventually my whole paw was slowly stroking up and down my curved shaft while my other paw still worked on my balls.

"Look...at...that...,"...the bear purred in a really cheesy way and I kinda snuffled hearing that and kept going over my cock slowly, trying to block out the strange surroundings and concentrate rather on the good feelings on my flesh and the porn running at the background where the sex had heated up even more and now the horse was bent all strangely over the huge rhino who was holding onto the stallion's rump and by the look of it they were actually giving each other a heavy rimjob, and that was fine by me, lol.

"Just how long is that dick?" the polar bear rumbled behind his camera, and let my paws go of my junk for a while and just kinda sat there, showing off all I got, my obscenely long catcock standing up proud and tall and with a little bit of pre hanging off the pointy tip.

"About nice inches," I spoke with cocky cock pride in my voice, and gave my tip a squeeze that forced out more pre and made it drip down and land to the couch...and occasion which I'm sure wasn't happening for the first time when that piece of furniture was concerned.

The cheeky bear whistled and I huffed internally again at the pervyness of that all, but kept going along with my paw-off routine, spreading that little drop of pre over my flesh and giving it a couple of nice squeezes as I went down with my paw until I reached the very base of my feline member and squeezed there probably to cut the blood blow into my cock for a little while and made bulge and change into an even more fleshy shade of red from being so engorged. I growled loudly as I released myself and my cock jerked and jumped on its own as it was free again to do as it wished, and began to circle the tip with my thumb and brush it against the numerous barbs my cock was endowed with. That tease felt really good and soon my cock had expelled another wad of pre that trickled over my knuckles and down to my thigh.

"And boy's an oozer...,"... the bear mused as he came really close this time, only about three feet away, and he was kneeling down on the floor and filming me from a sort of an down angle while I pawed of slowly and regularly. My system was running like a well-oiled machine, in my case, lubed by pre spread over my decadent length by eager fingers, and I even made revving sounds as I purred deep from my chest and let out all sorts of sexy grunts and huffs while I played with myself like every bored and horny lion knows to do.

it was feeling so hot by now that I hardly even had to watch at the porn to keep in the mood, even though the sight of that rhino pounding the horse's ass into submission was definitely a fucking hot sight. I kept pawing away, the slick sounds really starting to make my cheeks flush under my furs as I kept going. It was pretty much regular pawing off I guess, just simply jerking off my big cock and rubbing my balls and my thighs and occasionally my nipples over my chest. I was really into it by now, and I was sure that I was making a lot good material for the film, and now that the bear had fallen quiet it was also more easy to concentrate on just pleasuring myself in the best way I knew to.

There were other regular things, though, and I knew they'd blow the mind of any horny fur watching, and thus I proceeded to the next phase of my self-play. Again I moved slowly, this time moving to lay down on the couch, resting my neck over the armrest settling myself sort on onto my side so that I could still easily reach my cock and immediately my paw went down to stroke that hot piece of meat again, but I also hooked my right leg over the backrest of the couch and tipped my tail a bit to the side too so that the cameras could catch easily what I was about to do.

I ran two pawfingers over my cock, slowly, gathering pre from its length and especially from the leaking tip, hissing slowly as the pleasure ebbed and before I brought the fingers to my maw and lapped up my oozy offering, even making exaggerated slurping sounds with it before dipping my fingers well into my maw and started suckling. I pushed them in and out a bit and made it look like as if I was having my lips around a nice, tasty cock and not just my own fingers, but judging by my expressions, it could have as well been.

Once those fingers were nice and slick from my saliva I quickly brought them down below my balls and started to massage the musky hole hidden down there. Max the polar bear was into it like a forest fire since he had moved to the end of the sofa and was shooting all the naughty things I was getting up to. Or more like into, since my fingers were prodding my fleshy anus and definitely trying to pierce that puckered hole. I know that I could have asked for some lube or a toy or whatever to help me out with this, but I knew that they were judging me based on this, and I wanted things to be as natural as they could...just a young, horny teenaged lion pleasuring himself and having a fucking nice time doing so.

I kept pawing off slowly and messily while my fingers massaged my hot and secret tailstar, slowly applying more pressure and when I bore down a bit with my inner muscles the hole opened up and swallowed up my fingertips eagerly. I let out satisfied murrs with the feeling of those fingers inside me and made an almost grimace like a face as I slowly spread my hole with my fingertips, withdrawing them briefly only to spit a little bit more on them before they once again disappeared into my hot tail. While I was predominantly a top, though a kind one I guess, I was also very much aware that a fur's tailhole could be a great source of pleasure when used in the right way, and I wasn't shy to explore such additions into my pleasure.

Right now my pleasure involved a hot paw around my cock and two fingers knuckles deep inside my tail and rubbing against my secret and hidden prostate gland, milking the man nut with little jabs and rubs. It was really putting my juices flowing, and I knew that all that pre leaking out of my cock was looking really hot on film, and the air smelled heavily of sex.

This hot combo was starting to send hot tingles through my cock and balls and my belly and I knew that I was getting close to cumming, and I think that my cameraman caught on that too, since he spoke for the first time what must have been in ten or fifteen minutes.

"Why don't you shoot a load for us, kit?" he huffed in that rough porn voice, and I sure as fuck was not going to disappoint 'em here.

Wordlessly, I scowled and started working myself even harder than before, increasing the pace of my paw action to near the max that was comfortable with a barbed cock like mine, not to mention the hot slide of my fingers inside my hot teen ass. My body was gripping me with strange sucking motions and I knew that I was going to blow my nut any time soon. I bit my teeth together and huffed and grumbled and my thighs kinda spasmed when I felt it all grow to the boiling point, and there we go, my pent up lion cum was pouring out of me in heavy ropes of cat jizz that hit me in the chin and maw for the first spurts before the next ones started landing all over my chest and belly. I kept pawing off in an apparent attempt to try and milk myself dry, and I seemed to succeed, too, since I shot about a dozen loads before the flow became a dribble and I collapsed there with a satisfied grin on my face and an obscene amount of cum painting my chest.

Totally spent, I let go of my throbbing cock and scooped some cum from my chest and my chin before popping the sloppy fingers into my mouth and suckling on them, giving the camera a more-than-necessarily dirty wink and a grin, and then showed my cummy tongue between my glistering lips, and then I heard the horse's voice yell: "CUT!" followed by the thumping sound of his paws clapping.

"Fuck, that was something alright!" the polar bear enthused, having closed his camera and put it aside.

I felt too tired to move, so I just lay there, still covered in my own cum, and being looked over by these two big furs who were smiling at me.

"A nice show for your first one, kit," the horse spoke to me.

"So...was this it?" I spoke in a low rumble, feeling completely drained and heavy in my limbs after the experience.

"We'll look it all through and get back to you in a few days' time," the horse called Jock told me, making an indifferent gesture towards the computers. "Now, though, you ought to get yourself cleaned a bit and congratulate yourself on a job well done. We'll get back to you with a check should a...monetary transaction be necessary."

"Yeah, ok," I managed to speak, and then I watched as the two furs acted all matter-of-factly once more, as Max the polar bear started to take down some of the camera and lighting cables, while the horse gave the room a cursory glance before he disappeared altogether.

"There's some Kleenex over there...I think you're gonna need some," Max told me and pointed at the table with the DVD player that also held a couple of bottles of water as well as the mentioned box of tissues. "Try not to drip, we do scrub the place with Chlorox between takes but still...heheh."

I gave him a snuffle and hobbled over to fetch some Kleenex, walking bow-legged with my red and angry cock bobbing in front of me proudly. I had survived my first shoot, and it felt like a success, and in any case, it had been a hot session of pawing off. What else could've made a fur like me day better?

Well, maybe a blowjob, but I'm not one to set too high goals.

*

It's amazing how many memories a little browse around the porn section of a gay sex shop can bring up. There I was, standing in front of that big shelf of dirty movies and seriously going through my past times as if I was planning to write a stupid autobiography or something. Who'd seriously want to read a fucking thing like that? Aspiring porn stars? Lol...

With a huff at myself I put down the copy of "RUMP RESORT - GUYS GONE WILD!" and let my eyes wander aimlessly over the sex shop, it's few customers besides me, the aisles, the shelves and the bare incandescent tubes on the ceiling. Something that I saw, though spread a grin to my face, and with a little bit of extra spring to my step I headed over to the back of the shop where the fetish outfits section was located, and I started to browse the cowboy section.

For some reason I had a huge desire to see some plaid cloth.