Sit on My Muzz and Spread 'Em
#51 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
Sit on My Muzz and Spread 'Em
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Hello, folks! This is the return of Jimmy after something of a pause - been working on commissions like mad, and been putting out lots of stuff, which means I've had to keep my own personal work on a back burner - but this is a blissful fusion of the two, considering Heru wanted to see some butt-eating and I had just the right scenario in mind I coul provide - hence what you see was sponsored by him. I do hope that you have a fun read, and I look forward to your comments, votes, faves and watches - remember that all these help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!
Cheers!
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I was working out at the gym when my phone rang, and being in a business where things could happen at a short notice, I did not waste time in grabbing my phone and answering. A small delay, such as an unreturned call, could mean the difference between a gig and not getting work. There was always a long list of others rearing for the spot.
Lol.
Rear.
Lol.
"Benny, it's Max here!"
I wiped sweat from my brow.
"Yeah, that's me," I breathed somewhat heavily. "What's up?"
"I looked at your schedule and saw that you're free on next Monday, is that true still?"
"Yeah, it is," I said, "I'm filming that dungeon scene with Owen on Thursday but I don't have anything else coming up next week besides that. What is it?"
"I've been asked to borrow some talent for an old friend and I immediately thought about you, Benny, when he said what he was looking for."
So I was being borrowed out from Max's stable...heehaw.
"Yes?"
"Yes, you do remember Rocco Dale, don't you? He was working with us back when you started, that I'm sure, and he's been doing quite well for himself, since."
The name certainly did spark a memory.
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever filmed with him, but I know his work," I said. "Doesn't he have his own exclusive site now?"
"He does, yes, and he wants to do a shoot with someone from us, and I definitely knew I was going to suggest you."
"Well, that's kind of you, Max," I said, "what would it be?"
"Nothing too wild, just...Rocco's stuff you know what kind of stuff. You'd be bottoming, obviously, since he's a strict top."
My ears flicked curiously.
"He wants to film a scene with me personally?"
"Well, maybe not you personally, per se, yet, because he doesn't know who I'm going to suggest," Max laughed on the phone. "But yes, he's on the saddle for this one, besides directing."
"Oh...right, alright," I said, "I can do it, sure, I don't have anything particular going on early next week. Just need to be filled in with the details about it and I ought to be good to go, I think."
"Great! I'll give him a ring and have him call you, hopefully today already. We'll be handling the paperwork, so hope you've got your STD certificates and all sorted out already for next week.."
I" do," I replied. "Everything checks out good."
"Excellent. You should be getting a phone call from Rocco Dale later today, he'll fill you in on the details."
And probably otherwise, too, lol.
"Okay, gotcha, boss," I said.
"Alright, then. I'll be in touch."
"Yeah, boss."
"Goodbye."
Well, wasn't this an interesting turn. Not that I was going to mind the extra work. My bank account could always use the bolstering up.
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On Monday, I was a good boy, woke up early, showered, groomed, douched, took my Truvada, had breakfast (no coffee, though, because it can stimulate the bowels and nobody wants that kind of rectal stimulation to happen before a porn shoot, LOL) and I was good to go for the drive to Blue Paws Productions. Rocco Dale's own porn business was lightweight and did not have a studio of his own, instead filming on appropriated locales such as hotel rooms and the like. I guess Max had offered the use of his facilities besides the use of me, for this time around. I didn't mind that, considering that it made it more easy, knowing that ´the usual gang was about doing the behind the scenes work.
I went round the locker room, to drop off my stuff, and wandered away to look for both Marriott, who was going to be responsible for any final touch-ups and the wardrobe, and to find out where our guest star was hiding. The lion was easier to find, already polishing some leather harnesses in his little 'office'.
"Oh, hey, hunky!" the sleazy lion greeted me.
"Yo," I said. "What's up?"
"Your tail, I hear," Marriott purred, his chamois in one limp-wristed paw. "Murrr..."
"Har har," I snapped my tail for emphasis, "guess you heard then."
"Did I?" Marriott stated. "Not only did I hear, but I already did Rocco Dale for the shoot."
"So he's here?" I asked. "Where is he?"
"Going through the set," the lion told me. "But I ought to warn you, it's a battle of the queens out theeeere...."
I chortled.
"You don't say?"
"Jock is pretty territorial, you know as much" he said. "And when I left, Rocco was meddling with the lights."
"He daren't!?" I snuffled extravagantly.
"Believe me, hun," Marriott said.
I chuckled, and began to pull of my T-shirt.
"Okay, let's get this over with, then, not sure how much patience they have to wait for me," I told him.
Marriott watched my muscled belly and chest appear from the shirt, and gave his approving look upon me.
"Let me get my kit, darling," he said. "Let's make you pretty for Rocco Dale to ravish and use."
"Har har," I snorted again. Marriott was obviously loving this a bit too much for his own good.
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At least I'd done good with my preliminary work at home, since Marriott only had to spend about ten minutes on me, even with all the associated groping, before he declared that my furs were even and nice, and he'd also fitted me with my clothes for the shoot. That only consisted of a grey and white PIKE brand jockstrap with black straps over my butt, and sheath safely secured on the elastic pouch. Marriott made sure that I was all snug in it with a pat of my package, and gave me a swat for my ass for 'good luck', he said, for which I pulled on his tail and left him to play with his leathers and polish again while the lion gave me an indignant feline hiss.
"Could kiss first, you know!" the cat pouted as I headed out of Marriott's workshop and into the main hall. I passed a few familiar faces and traded hellos and the like, but I was mostly in that gentle state of excitement that followed me around before any shoot, especially when it happened with a new guy. I'd heard of Rocco Dale, of course, and seen some of his work, and could know what to expect. That didn't really make it entirely without its anxiety, but I knew how to channel those feelings away and into action, such as porn-making, lol.
The green light was still on above the studio door, and I just sauntered in, though knowing that I was the second co-star, I doubted they'd be doing anything too restricted there without me, anyway.
It was a regular set-up, really, the white background, the big bed, made with new sheets, the one with extra plastic sheets under them to protect the mattress from bodily fluids. The lights were on and pointing at the bed, which I knew would only contribute to the heat that would take place there, getting it on under the harsh studio lighting. Max wasn't there, though, which I suspected had something to do with his studio being taken over by a stranger for the day, but Jock was present, of course, an expensive digital camera in one paw while the other was used to gesturing for a big cougar standing under one of the spotlights.
Now, this was Rocco Dale, the grizzled cougar daddy, muscled, muscle-gutted, with a big jutting muscle-ass adorned by nothing but a jockstrap similar to mine, though with an ass as big as his, the elastics were stretched much more, something I was almost envious off. He was a bit shorter than I was, stockier in a way cougars seemed to develop especially if given enough work to his body, and Rocco Dale looked like he loved nothing more than hitting the gym and pumping some iron. Not obscenely huge, but developed, that was the word to describe the porn star come director come producer whose personality had invaded our own little adult film studio for the day.
"...but do you want the second camera there or...?"
"No, no," the cougar shook his head, "POV camera on my head and then free camera, we'll be shooting it like my videos, one roaming general camera and the POV camera."
"But the camera's gonna be caught on every angle if it's on your head!" the horse complained.
"We'll take a few establishing shots without it and then do the general shots with my POV," the cougar replied sternly, "and better have the lights ready, then, otherwise they won't seen anything of what's going on under that sexy tail."
Jock had noticed my arrival by now, and flicked his bound tail towards me.
"Speaking of which!" the horse announced.
"Hey, everyone," I said.
The cougar daddy gave me a look and flicked an ear at me.
"Benny?" he asked.
"That's me," I smiled.
"Hmm..." the daddy cougar looked me over, though his eyes fell quickly to the part that Marriott, too, had fussed about on for quite some time before I had managed to convince him that I was really needed on the set already.
"I'm ready to go," I said.
"Good," the cougar spoke in a voice I knew from his work, quite deep and definitely...raunchy, though it was not quite yet there. That didn't surprise me too much. I suspected that the final grumbling edge was for the show, and he wouldn't have been the first one to have a stage voice to go with the rest of the performance. That tended to happen in the business, as far as I knew, lol. I was somewhat guilty myself, too, but somehow I imagined I wasn't meant to be doing all that much talking
"Do you want to go through the motions before we start filming?" I asked.
"Definitely," the cougar replied. "Gotta do the still photography before we start filming, too. Otherwise you'll have to do all the makeup again and it's a pain in the butt."
"It sure is," I mused.
"So what are we going to do about that POV camera?" Jock complained, for what I presumed to not be the first time.
Damn, lol.
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AllAboutAss and Blue Paws Productions
present
Rocco Dale
and
Benny Thicker
in
"Sit on my Muzz and Spread 'Em'
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Duration: 28 minutes
Directed by: Rocco Dale
Starring: Rocco Dale and Benny Thicker
All performers were above the age of 18 at the time of the photography.
All rights reserved.
© Rocco Dale Inc.
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Camera faded into the sight of a stylish bedroom, and on the bed sat two felines, both muscled hunks, one in his early 30's, the other a bit older than that, both looking at the viewer sternly while they sat there, thigh to thigh, clad in nothing but the jockstraps that did only a little to cover their bulges.
"Hello, guys, Rocco Dale here. I'm sitting here with Benny Thicker, whom I'm sure many of you have jacked off to," the cougar said, while glancing at the smiling lion next to him.
"Howdy!" the muscled lion waved a paw.
The cougar grinned and patted the lion's shoulder with his own big, hefty paw.
"Now, it's been a while since I've had a new beefy man-ass to eat out, and boy do I have the munchies...." the cougar spoke roughly, "such a good luck that my old buddies here at the Blue Paws Productions were happy to help me out."
The lion puffed out his chest and grinned while looking sideways at the cougar.
"Well I'm really happy about getting to play with such a sexy hot daddy cat..." the lion said. "Been watching a lot of your work."
"I bet!" the cougar slapped the lion's ass. "Wanting big daddy to take a crack at your ass, boy?"
"Hell yeah!" the lion grinned.
"Let's get to it, then, boy," the cougar announced.
The daddy tugged the lion by his mane into a rough tongue kiss, while his other paw groped over the lion's belly and arm, inevitably going for the bulge of his cock which he jerked through the jockstrap while they swapped saliva between their muzzles. The lion was purring deeply, his own paws feeling up the cougar's thick arms, tail batting the bed.
"Hmmph..." the cougar commented as he smacked his lips post-kiss. "Good boy...now onto the bed and show that ass for me...."
The cougar licked his lips while the lion rolled onto all fours on the bed, head held up, ass jutting back behind him and the tail flicking invitingly over it, bringing the cougar's eyes and paws onto the lion's own firm rear with certainty. Both rump cheeks were gripped and fondled. The muscles were moulded between the cougar's thick paws, pried apart, for a little glimpse at the tantalizing pink pucker between them, then pushed together again, rolled, all the while the lion threw his head back and forth and hissed encouragements for the daddy cougar exploring his rear.
"Uh...yeah..."
"Nice and firm..." the cougar slapped the lion's left rump cheek. "Tight and good...hell yeah..."
Another slap.
"Hell yeah!"
"Yes, sir!" the lion rumbled out, pushing his ass onto the intrusive grip of the cougar's exploring paws teasing his butt.
""Hmmmrryeah," the daddy cougar growled sexily as he crouched a little, to get a proper sniffing taster of the scent of the lion's ass he spread open with his firm paws. The lion purred and moaned in delight at the feeling of the hot breath huffing down along his exposed butt crack.
"Daddy like the smell of my ass?" the crouching lion on all fours heckled the cougar sniffing around his rump.
"Hell yes!" the cougar slapped the lion's rear.
"Give it to me!" the lion shook his ass from side to side in a blunt offer of his bubbly goodies.
"Yeah" the cougar growled. Show me what you got!"
Tail raised, ass up, the lion flaunted his rump while the cougar's paws made a pinching, groping mess of it, the daddy cat's eyes fixed on the winking winkly anus at the apex of the white-fuzzed taint.
"Oooooh yeeeah..." the cougar grunted in his approval before he hocked up a thick, foaming swat of saliva and spat it onto the lion's button, "show me that messy hole..."
"You like it?" the lion taunted, pushing his ass back towards the cougar's muzzle.
"Yeah!" the lion groaned.
The cougar slapped the golden buns and yanked on the lion's tail, making him rumble once more.
"You want it, pops?" the lion teased.
"Fuck yes!" the cougar announced anew before dipping his muzzle into the trough.
The lion's ears rolled in his head when the cougar went down on him. Fuzzy cheeks met other cheeks, and the cougar's slick tongue rolled obscenely through the spit-soaked mess he had already made before, creating a twirl of fur before letting his tongue dig onto the lion's butthole with full gusto. The slick tongue poked and prodded. It tickled nerve endings that were often unused to such contact, and it sent sparkles of pleasure through the taut lion's body poised to take the rough treatment of the cougar's tongue prodding his rear. His ass was held up in obedient agreement to the sloppy rim-job punctuated by the cougar spitting onto his prize to get it even more wet and better for his tongue to slide onto the pink flesh he washed with his own again and again. Rough paws kept the lion's ass cheeks pried apart and tense, while the tongue rubbed extensively about the bare flesh of the cat's muscled tailhole. The muscle trembled in a pleasurable convulsion under the alien attack, clenched pursed and puckered each in turn, encouraged by the slippery slither-slather of the sloppy tongue making its rounds between the golden-furred male's exposed rump cheeks.
His ass was the cougar's main focus now, fondling it, poking his tongue at the vaguely salty hole and twirling its tip around the circumference of the raunchy pucker before beginning anew. Thumbs pushed onto the firm muscles of the lion's butt and massaged the flesh there, much like the tongue that teased the lion's asshole with the cougar's mischievous rumbles and growls and harrumphs, sounds mirrored by the lion's own vocalizations, his mane sweaty and his voice low from the exertion of being ravished by a lingering tongue and a thick-muscled cougar daddy's paws groping his rear.
"Hmmmphyeah...like daddy eating your boy pussy?" the cougar's incredibly dirty voice announced once his spit-dripping muzzle came up for a breather, with the additional purpose of unleashing some more creative naughty talk at his bottom boy slut.
"Fuck yeah!" the lion replied rowdily. "Stick that tongue up my ass!"
The cougar slapped the lion's rump and grinned viciously.
"Hungry for some cock, boy?" the cougar stated while he continued to fondle the lion's ass.
The lion purred and swung his tail seductively, still letting his butt arch towards the cougar's rough paws.
"Always from someone as sexy as you."
"Got some big hard daddy cock for ya," the cougar stated, "but I need to eat some more ass before that. Wanna climb on daddy's muzz?"
"Oh hell yeah!" the lion grinned. "Been too long since I sat on a hot daddy's face..."
"Smartasses like you deserve a tongue up their asshole..." the cougar declared, with one final spanking swat, before he moved away from the lion's rear, only to slump himself onto the bed, legs spread to show his generous boner bulge, one paw gesturing along. "Come on here, fucker. Sit on daddy's muzz."
The lion watched the cougar's rude licking of his lips, but wasted no time when he climbed onto the bed and turned so that he was presenting his rump again, this time kneeling in front of the cougar, tail raised in invitation. The cougar grabbed the lion's hips and pulled him up towards his awaiting muzzle.
"Come 'n here..."
"Uhhhh..." moaned the lion, his back arching while the cougar once again slurped his tongue where it mattered, spot on aimed at the lion's dripping butthole.
"Hrrrlllm..." the cougar slurred. His maw was otherwise occupied and he didn't really have much to say, besides rough, grunted affirmations of his pleasure at having the lion's jockstrap butt plastered on his face, pulling the lion down into an obscene squat right over the cougar daddy's muzzle, tail raised to make room for the feline to slurp to his heart's content under its lifted length.
The lion was a magnificent sight, truly a man enjoying the act of tongue sodomy upon his rear, sweaty and hunched with paws on his knees while he struggled to keep his balance, essentially poised on the cougar's broad muzzle that continued its decadent action of butt-eating under the lion's raised tail. He was obviously very pent up, even with the jockstrap hiding his erection from the sight, but his current posture kept his paws occupied and prevented him from touching himself - even if the cougar had allowed such a thing, which might not be guaranteed since he was intent on having his bottom boy concentrate on the intense feelings of having a tongue drill into his butt. His eyes were often crunched shut, and his face was a mask of pleasure, that unspoken joy of having his forbidden body part come under such attention from the horny, sensual, extremely dominant older male underneath him. Their physical positions aside, it was obvious who was running the show, the owner of that tongue torturing the lion's sweet bung with such delight in the act.
"Uh...ahh..." the sounds sounded especially pleading coming from someone of such big physical stature himself - the lion was quite the hunk alright, but even he was reduced to a nearly mewling state by the cougar eating him out.
"Ah...yeah...daddy's so good..." the lion groaned.
"Hmmmrrrlll.." the cougar responded, though with his face full of ass, it did not make much sense, but the sentiment was more than clear. He slapped each of the lion's ass cheeks for good emphasis, and spent another hot moment tongue-fucking the lion's rump before he pushed the lion down to the bed.
"Time to fill that lion pussy with thick nut..." the cougar announced. He spat onto his palm and used his other paw to pull down his jockstrap and tugged the elastic waistband simply under his balls before he anointed himself with the meager lubricant. His barbed, stout cock glistened with his saliva for a brief moment he held it in his grip, before he guided it towards the lion's upturned rump, his tail already curling to the side for the main event.
"Uh...fuck me..." the big lion growled.
"Daddy's gonna treat you just right..." the cougar spoke as he found his mark and pushed. "Heelllyeeahh..."
"Ah...shit...fuck...uh..."
"Yeah...take that cock in nice 'n easy 'n deep..."
The cougar pushed his barbed tip against the spit-slicked hole and shoved himself in, no preliminaries, no fingers, no letting the lion get used to it - just in he went and started to hump, paws grabbing onto the lion's hips above the flare of his newly stuffed rump getting a good pumping from the cougar's studly hips.
"Uuuuhhh..."
The cougar hunched over his prey and licked the lion's ear, hips already going at a full pace when he pounded into the lion's thickly muscled butt, spreading him wide.
"Like that, boy?" the cougar drooled. "Like big cock in your ass?"
"Hell yeah, sir!" the lion threw his head back, the cougar's muzzle sinking into his thick mane. "Hmppph..."
The cougar daddy bit the lion's neck and went on even harder. He made the bed shake, tail swinging behind him while he pounded the lion almost primally as he took his rear as his property in their rough muscle male mating.
Even that wasn't good enough for him, for soon he pulled out. The cougar's dick left the lion's asshole gaping, for the brief moment it remained unfilled, while the cougar grabbed the lion and threw him to his back. The cougar moved into position and lifted the lion's beefy legs over his own shoulders, to get into proper position to slip himself back into the lion's churning insides.
"Yeah...here ye go...big cock in the ass..."
"Yeah!" the lion grunted while his guts were pummeled again and again. "Fuck me!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeaaeeh!"
They snorted, drooled and groaned, swapping saliva while the bed became even noisier as the two pounded one another ,the lion humping his ass up to meet the ball-smacking thrusts as much as the cougar was expending energy in getting his cock seesawing in and out of the lion's asshole. The lion's toes curled against the cougar's back while he got it hard in the ass, their sweaty bodies moving together in heavy congress.
"Yyyueah...yuuueah...yeah..."
The cougar's orgasm was as spectacular as the noises he made - a series of very deep grunts, punctuated by spurts of cum from his cock, deep into the lion's guts. His balls contracted against the stuffed lion's taint, the cougar's own asshole clenching while his body spent his seed inside the lion's rear.
"Shit...yeah...shit..." the cougar announced when he pulled out, only to result in a trickle of white cream sploshing along with his messy shaft as he plopped from the lion's stretched anus.
"Uh...man...you sure ain't kidding when you're fucking around!" the lion panted.
"Har har," said the cougar who now knelt on the bed, preening himself while his hard cock still stood in slick, dirty attention.
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"Aaaand...cut!"
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