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Hehhey, folks! It's more Jimmy here for you guys to enjoy - hoping to hear your comments!

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"Jimmy?"

"Ummmyeah?" I mumbled.

One good thing about being a cat is that it's really alright to curl down for a nap and spend a little time being completely lazy before it's time for some further activities. Well, in my case...lol...heheh...well, my activity was lying and purr-snoring next to me, enjoying his own catnap while I reclined there on the bed and enjoyed the lull.

Up until now, because Kurt was speaking to me, telling me that he was awake now, and so was I.

"Yeah?" I asked as I turned my bleary eyes to the snow leopard. Kurt happened to be lying mostly on his belly, which gave me a good look at the curve of his spotty butt and that thick nice tail draped over the bed...all of which fit me just fine, considering that I was lying naked on the bed as well, relaxed for now but certainly not spent for today yet.

Teheh.

Kurt looked at me, blinked once, flicked an ear, and let out a rumbling breath.

"When you said...about porn...that you...got off on it...what did you mean exactly?"

Hmmm. Can't say I was particularly surprised by that question, to be honest. After spilling the beans to him about my previous career and the details it entailed, he'd done a few questions...hard ones, sometimes, too, and we'd had somewhat tense times while I was answer

ring to them. This question had been part of my mental checklist for stuff he was bound to ask, because....well...he wasn't the first fur to ask the same question, so I did know what to expect.

I scratched my chest and yawned as I cleared my head for the answer.

"I like being watched," I said, then, simply. "Guess that's why I ended up doing porn in the first place, besides the other reasons."

Kurt kept looking at me, those smart eyes quite firm on me.

"Watched, as in, while having sex?"

"Yeah," I said, patting my chest with my paw, "among other things."

I wasn't gonna start denying that or anything. I knew who I was, and if he had problems with that...well, then we'd just have to make do. There was so little that could be done about...hmm...me, after all.

"I did go to see a therapist, you know," I continued, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible, "talked about a lot of stuff, around the time when I stopped doing porn. I needed it back then."

"You saw a shrink?"

"Yeah," I rubbed, "I had trouble sleeping and stuff, the doctor thought it might be helpful to just talk, instead of just getting dosed on pills."

His tailtip twitched a bit, but he gave me a nod.

"Sounds reasonable to me," he said, "trying to do it the natural way and all that, not just with drugs."

"I was a mess back then," I said, "kinda...couldn't accept that my days in the business were over...but...I dunno...just had hard time letting go."

"Because you liked being watched?" he asked.

I let my scratching paw move over to rub my chin.

"I guess that was part of it," I said, "the therapist talked all that old crap about maybe me not getting enough attention as a kid and a difficult father-son relationship and all that shit, that maybe all those things drove me to trying to get attention and acceptance from elsewhere..."

"Like porn..." Kurt mused.

I snuffled.

"I know I'm a kinky bastard, " I half-chuckled, "I know that I got off on being watched. It was a fantasy for a long time before I actually ended up doing it for real. It was such a turn-on, to be watched..."

"So what'd you do?" he asked.

"Some cam to cam with random guys and some Xtube videos," I said, "made me feel so damn hot and dirty."

Hell, my sheath swell even thinking about it...though not into full action power yet, lol. It could, given a bit more time and a bit more stimulation. I decided not to give myself a paw now.

"And that got you going..."

"Yeah," I said, "I was a stupid kid wanting some attention, so that's why I did it, I guess. Then I went to do porn and...well, I got my fix, obviously...so many guys telling me they got off watching me...for years and years..."

And I had enjoyed it, and I had been a vain, self-centered bastard for a long time, I knew as much, but I wasn't going to start mentioning that especially now. I liked this new Jimmy a lot more in a lot of ways, including the fact that this new me seemed to be much better boyfriend potential to nice snow leopards, for example.

"I see," he rumbled.

That didn't sound so enthusiastic...his tail seemed kinda tense, too...not good signs, I thought, as I looked at him, and gave him a small smile.

"I guess everyone in the business feels that to some degree," I said, "I don't think anyone would strip off for the cameras unless they got some kind of an extra thrill from it."

"I suppose it's a necessity, yeah," he replied.

"Yeah, I think so," I nodded. "And I definitely qualified."

"So it seems," Kurt said.

I risked a paw onto his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Well, I got what I want, and all the good and the bad it brought me," I said, "I've kinda learned a lot of lessons from it...not easy ones, either."

"You kinda sound like it, sometimes, too," he said, looking at me.

"What do you mean?"

His tail flicked against my ankles.

"Kinda sad, sometimes," he said.

I rumbled.

"I suppose I am sad, sometimes," I said, "but I make do. I've got a good life now."

And maybe even better, if there was something good here...in this bed, right now.

"So..." he said then, "you still do something about that...getting off part?"

I chuckled and patted his back, and flapped my tail against his butt.

"I knew you were gonna ask that," I said.

"Sorry for being predictable," he pouted.

I wanted to kiss him for that, but that could wait a little moment.

"It's fine," I said, "and of course you wanna ask that. And the answer is that...well...sometimes I wear pants that are too tight, so that I can think that people will be staring at my ass..."

I did blush saying that...it is kinda private, after all.

"...aaand sometimes I do film myself on my phone when I'm jacking off," I continued, "I don't usually even watch it...mostly I just delete it afterwards....it's just the idea, you know, somehow being...spied upon."

"It's all fantasy," Kurt said.

"That it is," I smiled a little. "And I know what it is, and act accordingly."

"I understand," he said.

"Thanks," I said and squeezed his shoulder, and really felt much better for it," I know it's a bit kinky, but I do want to be honest with you."

"I appreciate that," he said.

"Me too," I smiled some more.

He elbowed me in the ribs, which I felt even through my thick, fluffy fur.

"Does that mean you wanna film us going at it huh?" he stated.

I snuffled.

"Only if you want to," I said, and I wasn't joking, but I hoped my grin would tell him that I was, because I was smiling plenty.

Well, he got the cue, because he pounced me then, whole stocky spotty-butt launching into air and landing onto me with a cute combination of feline agility and clumsiness, ending up on top of me with his teeth nibbling on my neck and making me purr very quickly. My paws gripped onto his back and we play-wrestled for a little while, tails flailing on the bed while we rubbed our bodies together and...then...finally kissed, purred, and let out tongues do some further talking. We were both hard and leaking by then, and our kissing set a rhythm for some mutual humping that soon had us panting, too, and eventually, with a mighty roar from me and a cute one from him, we made some musk between our shuddering bodies, and all worries seemed to be gone for the moment.