Sleepy Yet?
#6 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Let's hope that the pizza won't run cold...I'm sure Kurt needs a bite to eat after a long day at work! But will Jimmy be still awake? It's pretty late.
Hehhey!
A quickie here, continuing the saga of Jimmy, the ex-porn-star lion, going along his everyday life...which has its perks, too!
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I had almost fallen asleep on the couch by the time the bedroom door finally opened and out stomped a snow leopard, his paws held high above his head while everything from his muzzle to his thick, nice, bushy tail seemed to be yawning. I could practically see his tonsils even from this distance, and mind you, he had a nice row of white teeth too that soon disappeared, and my slinky snow leopard assumed the usual slightly slouched posture as he kept on his zombie walk into the living and dining area.
"What a damn mess..." Kurt muttered on his way towards the kitchen.
My ears flicked and I tracked him with my eyes, watching the flip of that tail while he went over to the kitchen counter and planted himself down on one of the nifty bar stools I had insisted we simply essentially needed to make the kitchen functional, and pulled the as of yet untouched pizza box closer to him.
"Done now?" I asked.
Kurt clicked the button on the side to release the latch, and a tiny puff of steam rose from the box and bathed his face in a delicious cantbelieveitsnotcheese-and-anchovies scent that even I could pick up from the distance.
"I sure hope so," my snow leopard rumbled, paws disappearing into the box. "Ouch!"
Getting his pads on the induction again, I thought as I watched him suck his middle finger in his maw briefly and give that entire paw a little shake before he braved the pizza box again and managed to flip out a big pre-cut chunk which started to disappear into his maw at a remarkable speed.
"Pizza still hot?" I asked. "It's been a while since they delivered."
Kurt had a bit of cheese on his chin when he looked at me, face now not obstructed by a slice of strong-scented pizza while we traded looks across the room.
"You know these boxes are guaranteed to work for at least four hours," Kurt mumbled.
"Really?" I asked lazily.
"Yeah," Kurt replied. "It says that on the small print on the back."
I chuckled. So typical of my guy, reading the small print on the back of a pizza box, of all things you could be reading. Maybe he was bored one day after eating a pizza and checked it out. Stranger things had happened.
"It does?" I asked politely.
Kurt scratched his neck and snuffled.
"Yeah, next to the warning tags about this box being a Class 91-B hydrogen-powered device and you shouldn't expose it to open fire, extreme changes in temperature, extreme acceleration or deceleration or try to open the heat element unless you are a certified recycling specialist."
I snorted.
"You just so made that up!" I said.
Kurt shrugged.
"Can't help but remember small things like that."
I had a distinct suspicion that Kurt and his tech buddies talked about topics like that while they were having a VR coffee or protein shake or algae juice break and trading useless information instead of complex holographic code, and that I would be out of league in about fifteen seconds in such a conversation. At least we had other things in common.
"Well you are good with remembering stuff like that"I said, "That's why you're good at your job, I guess."
"But you know that my job is about trying to see the bigger picture of things," Kurt chuckled, maw half full of pizza, "and not getting stuck at the small things."
"I guess," I rumbled. "You know I get lost whenever you tell me about what you do."
At least I don't have that problem. Nobody really looks at me with a puzzled expression if I told them that my job includes sweeping and mopping the floor, tending for tables, pouring some soya lattes and making sure that the cup dispensers are stacked in all sizes. Doesn't take a much of a degree for that. Usually you just get a polite smile when they hear that you work at a coffee shop. It wasn't the same back during the days of the booty business. Then you'd get lots of questions.
"Wow, really?"
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"You're joking!"
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"Well you got the looks!"
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"Wow...like...for real?"
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"No wonder you looked familiar...or at least your ass did hehehehehe!"
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And of course everyone's favorite...
"Dude, you must have the best job in the world! Get to fuck all day and be paid for it!"
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Yeah...
"I try not to bother you too much with it," Kurt smiled as he picked another slice of pizza from the tentatively steaming box.
"I'm not bothered," I said, "you know how easily I get confused with all that tech stuff, you know. You know, I'm old enough to remember the dial-up modem."
Kurt flicked his ears.
"I'm only two years younger than you, Jimmy, of course I remember it too!" the snow leopard chuckled. "Not fondly, but I remember it."
"Someone had a ring tone like that today," I remarked, getting a cue from this interlude to share a small something that happened at work today, "that beeping and buzzing and hissing sound. Someone had that as a ring tone on a phone. I couldn't believe it."
"Hahahah," Kurt chuckled. "Bet that took you down the memory lane."
"A little bit," I flexed out my legs on the couch and smiled. "It just came so much out of the blue, lol."
"Funny how retro never goes out of fashion."
Funny how things from within my own lifespan are now retro...
"Guess it doesn't", I replied. "Nothing makes money like nostalgia."
Shame that doesn't go for porn royalties, because after it's been distributed on a trillion web pages, there's no change of anyone buying it anymore...even on that more high-end stuff I did that did include a long-term payment deal besides the singular money shot, so to speak. I did get five bucks every now and then from some Canadian company that held the right to some of my 2020's stuff which they apparently did manage to sell still. COME AND SEE THE PORN YOU ILLEGALLY WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A CONFUSED KID! NOW ON A SPECIAL OFFER PAY PER VIEW DEAL! COME AND GET IT! WHIP THOSE DICKS OUT!
"Yeah."
He didn't take long, chugging down that entire pizza into his maw, and then he closed the pizza box, hit the switch on the side to deactivate it, and put it into the household electronics recycling bin under the sink and washed his paws. Only then did my boyfriend pad over to the couch and look down to me, tail flicking about behind him. I got the hint and shuffled myself into a sitting position, and got a couchful of leopard next to me then. His eyes looked bleary.
"You look damn tired," I said.
Kurt rubbed his muzzle and blinked a couple of times, not concentrating on the moving, colorful images on TV. Guess he just wanted to relax them after being plugged into that headset all day.
"I've been at it since nine. It wasn't an ordinary day."
"Yeah."
Kurt let his paws fall to his sides and took a couple of deep breaths, his mottled chest rising with that. My whiskers shook a little. He yawned.
"Maybe you should call it a day," I said. "Don't have to stay up on my account."
"I'm not that sleepy yet," the snow leopard rumbled, "just need a breather."
"Overtime has never been fun," I smiled as I patted his thigh with my golden paw. "At least you get paid extra. I never did!"
Kurt chortled at my casual mention in the past tense - sure, I've sometimes had to pull double shifts in the coffee shop, but there was no mistaking what I meant with my remark. We didn't talk much about my old job, since it carried very little significance for our everyday lives, besides the fact that I had no education, no savings, and not many material possessions, besides this apartment, my relief. It was something I used to do to pay my bills and partay, and that fun was over now. We were more concerned about present day things than the fact that sometimes my job had involved showing my dick into someone's ass or vice versa.
It was pretty cool how Kurt deal with it. He'd taken the initial news well. He'd even asked if I could show him a clip or two. Whether he needed the proof that I wasn't joking or whether it was simply naughty curiosity, I wasn't sure, but it had been okay. We were okay with my dirty secret.
"That's what you for working for a fixed fee and not by hour," he said.
"Well excuse me for having been a young idiot and not yet involved in the union business," I replied, smirking still and batting his legs with my tail.
You'd be surprised what we did. Don't think this is the time and place to tell about how the professional fuckers took to the barricades, though. Maybe at some other point. I was too concerned with my real and important boyfriend then, watching him and rubbing his leg gently to ease any possible muscle tensions there. I knew he must've had much, considering the time he had spent sitting and slumping on that chair, immersed in his virtual realities.
"Hahah."
The TV held little interest for him, and the same went for me too. I put my arm about his shoulders and not so subtly scooted closer so that I could pull his smaller body close to mine. Kurt let out a small purr, which felt and sounded nice, and encouraged me to kiss the corner of his muzzle. I could feel the purr buzzing against my lips like that, which was even nicer, and squeezing his arm was pretty good, too, feeling how he reacted to my touch, and me being there, and how that kiss lingered when my chin rubbed his cheek. He smelled surprisingly nice after a sweaty day spent sitting down, too, I noticed, much to my enjoyment. I began to nose against his cheek and listened to the further purrs from him, and soon I had his paw rubbing my chest, too, and his muzzle turned, and...yep...some proper kissing was happening.
I purred, and he purred, and a nice time soon became a good time, with wandering paws and some endearingly clumsy tongue-kissing from my mottled, eager partner. I liked kissing with our lips pressed together really close, because that's how I knew it was supposed to be done, slowly, softly, even, at least sometimes, allowing for a proper exchange of flavor and warmth and everything else you did when you were kissing someone, and it felt good in all the right ways, too. The casual pants I had changed to began to feel pleasantly confined soon, and by the time I laid myself down on the couch and pulled him along to lay on top of me, I knew that Kurt was feeling pretty much the same.
He kissed my maw intently and ran his paws through my mane, and I rumbled and purred and rubbed my own fingers over his back and let them knead his modest rump by either side of his tailbase while we kept making out and rocked out bodies together in a nice, good rhythm. Spontaneous couch sex was something I'd never turn down, and the enjoyment was quickly increasing, too, fuelled by me being a bit pent up, I suppose, and Kurt sitting down all day with all that energy that the feline had in his body not being used anywhere except his brain, busy doing what it did. This was a different kind of a thing, a natural one, and he fell easily into the swing of things, much to my grinning amusement.
"Naked, now," Kurt muttered in a small break we took to catch our breaths.
"I couldn't agree more," I husked.
I didn't have much on me, just the pants and a T-shirt that were quickly discarded to the floor, and Kurt's own apparel didn't take much longer to be taken off, either, before he was getting back onto the couch...and surprised me moderately by jumping up so that his legs straddled my torso, and instead of his smiling and purring face I met the sight of his round backside, waving tail and all. His paws went down to grope on my balls and my swollen sheath before I got to say a single word, and I had no trouble figuring out what he had in mind.
"Oh yeah," I chuckled, smirking mostly to myself as I rubbed his buns a little, being the gentleman I was, before I yanked his own pointed, musky erection away from its position slung against his fluffy belly, and instead manipulated it into the easy reach of my muzzle.
I made sure to get the first dips, so to speak, and grinned to myself when Kurt's dick throbbed between my lips, and he gasped and rumbled, and tilted his hips a little to get more of himself into my maw, even if he was busy playing with my own junk. I made sure to distract him the best I could, licking his tip, suckling a little, playing with his balls and his tailbase with my free paws, generally giving him a good time while I mostly enjoyed the feel of a nice dick on my tongue.
"Hmmmmm," I rumbled around his flesh, causing another moan, and a squeeze of his paw on my shaft that made me purr even more, and made him purr consequently.
"Aaahhhh!"
I didn't get to play solo for long, not at all, because soon Kurt was slurping away happily on his own accord, and we became a circle of writhing pleasure on the couch, tails, bobbing muzzles and churning balls, and fluffy bellies rubbing together where they met on the middle, just briefly, while we maintained our connection at a comfortable level of intensity. I tongued Kurt's tip and got a bit of a tingly maw for that, since those barbs could do a lot of things, whatever the hole they were thrust into, and my leopard soon treated me with a nice spurt of pre that I enjoyed not too quickly before I swallowed around the slick length in my maw and made sure that he was going to be purring around my own leaking cock as well.
"MHphphph!"
"Hmppppph!"
Yeah, our bed talk wasn't much like the porn dialogue I was so well versed with, back in my old day, and quite frankly, I wouldn't have wanted it between us, either. We were kinda quiet in bed, I suppose, expect for the moans and rumbles that you might expect when you were doing that sort of a business with someone. The slurping noises we made at the moment were quite good, though, and added to the fun, too, I had to admit to myself, while I attacked my boyfriend with a good slippery blowjob and fingers teasing everything from his balls to his tailhole, and he was liking it all. He responded to that by rolling my big balls in his paw and tugging on them a little, and applying a bit of extra suction on me, which made a very familiar tingle rise from my loins and run somewhere into my belly, and it was growing fast. Damn, I sure needed this...damn....but did I want to...
...yeah, I decided and I began to purr around his dick again, I wouldn't mind letting it go now, and thrust my hips forward, too, to get extra nice and deep in his muzzle just as he surely would've felt the telltale contractions that signaled my orgasm's impeding arrival. I clutched onto his hips with my big paws and felt my back arch, too, really getting into the storm brewing, the warmth....
...aahh damn, there it was, warm, hot, pulsing, splashing out of me in a few streamers of cum that went into his suckling maw and drained my balls, in his grip, greatly in need of this, my entire body tensing and pulsing and then relaxing, almost collapsing under the sensation, and when it was finally over, I was breathing heavily through my nostrils, taking fills of musky air, almost panting, even with my muzzle full. That presence made me wonder whether Kurt was close yet, and knowing that I had perhaps neglected him a bit while I was busy popping my load, I began to lick the underside of his pointed cockhead again, and squeezed on his rump heavily.
Kurt let my cock fall from his own muzzle and reared up his head a bit, I knew, pressing back to me as I went to town on him, working fast over the nice and wet, slightly salty meat sliding between my lips, playing with his warm, fluffy balls, too. His hips rocked, driving that cock deeper into my muzzle, and I knew that he needed this as much as I had done earlier, and that he was close.
"Aahhh yeah..."
I pressed my thumb against his tailhole for that little final push he needed, and soon had the snow leopard purring and grunting on top of me while his creamy load slipped down my gullet, but not before my tongue took a good sampling of the musky seed. Nursing on him, I got a finely sized load out of my resident geek before his cock became over-sensitive and he rather unceremoniously pulled out and managed to poke my chin with his slick dick before he turned over and landed himself on me again, though this time naked and pleasantly sated, in the crook of my arm. I rubbed his back and smiled and sought out his kiss again, which had an interesting flavor to it this time, lol, but I was hardly complaining as we played some tonsil hockey in the pleasant afterglow of our rut.
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