liam and stripes created by meesh
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These porn conventions are some of my favorite times of the year. Preparing for them is fun. Getting these slick, pristine DVD cases, all nicely arranged alphabetically; receiving the big-ass posters and banners of the models, all on thick, shiny plastic paper; getting all of the new TM swag together, clothes, mugs, workout equipment; and mostly, getting all of the guys on a plane, stacking booze in the hotel room, and spending a week together, all of us, where we just have to focus on living the trepidant, glamorous life of a pornstar.

I’m not exaggerating too much here: as long as we’re at the convention, we’re pretty much expected to behave like we do on film. This isn’t hard for the likes of Cobbie, Mark and Razak, who were pretty much pornstars in everyday life before getting paid to fuck on film for the first time. But watching them go around the con, or interact with customers, heavily flirting, and most likely seeing a lot of different hotel rooms over the convention, makes me excited beyond belief. I’d squee, if I wasn’t a 6’8’’, 350 pounds musclehorse.

I’m a better PR than the other guys, so I usually stick around in the Team Muscle Booth while the others go around, armed with business cards and more importantly, their bodies and charm. Floyd usually stays with me, and often gets mistaken for a fan when people wander into the booth, attracted by the posters of hunks in speedos, and the usual care I put into making the stand look as professional as possible. I wanna make sure nothing looks shady in here.

So anyway, for once I had decided to take a stroll out, leaving Floyd and Chance in charge of the kiosk. I wanted to go say hi to other producers (including ZigZag), as well as simply looking around. There weren’t a lot of gay porn studios focused on musclestuds, but it didn’t hurt to see if any competition arose. Some people may think the porn business is cutthroat, but not really. All you have to do is keep an eye open, and as soon as a similar website gets popular, make an ally out of them. Suggest a model swap, or a common project. This is how TM got most of its guest models: through networking.

I noticed Liam for the first time a few booths away. He was slim, young, cute, and had 2 of his friends around him. They had conbags hung to their arms, and were slipping some swag they had just bought from another kiosk. I glanced over the banner “Broke College Jocks”. Nice. I love this little setting of “these guys are totally straight but needed cash”, it’s fake as hell but it’s a good gimmick.

“Hey boys. Are you guests, or models?” I asked, using the oldest porn convention pick-up line ever.” Liam and his twink friends giggled as I stood near them, handing them some business cards, as well as a TM USB key with some photo and video samples on it. I told them the booth’s number, and winked at Liam before walking off, listening to their excited chittering in my back.

About an hour later, I was back in the booth, replacing sold DVD cases, when the feline twink walked back in, by himself this time. “Hey,” he said, looking a little tentative. “I watched the samples on the USB key, thanks… I think I’m gonna get myself the real thing.” I looked at him and perked an eyebrow, and he immediately blushed and placed his paw on his mouth, opening his eyes widely. “I mean the DVD! Get the full DVD!”

I grinned and slipped the dvd he wanted off the shelf, trading it for a couple of green bills. “You’re pretty cute. If you want, I can also show you the real thing, back there,” I casually said, nodding towards the back of the booth, which contained all of the extra material, and was hidden behind a curtain. His cheeks stayed red, and he didn’t say yes right away, but at the same moment Cobbie walked in the booth, and I quickly grabbed his attention, “Hey, cool, glad you’re here. Can you tend the booth for a few minutes?” I asked him, the snake rolling his eyes as I wrapped an arm around the feline’s shoulders, bringing him behind the curtain.

He lost his inhibitions after getting in a secluded space with me. The sample key contained quite a few flattering naked pictures of me, and he seemed eager to verify if I was sporting a big CGI penis in there or not. After taking my shirt off, I unzipped my jeans, fishing out my enormous black dick, slowly stroking it to full erection under his amazed, watchful eyes. “Holy shit,” he muttered, as I let him caress my thick cock, weight it in his soft paws. “Wanna return the favor, cutie? I’d love to see that ass of yours…” I muttered, and he complied without a protest, getting bottomless, getting aroused himself. Without needing too much guidance, he kneeled before me and started giving me head, my paw resting between his ears, guiding his muzzle up and down my thick pole. I grunted softly, keeping an ear up as I heard Cobbie dealing with customers in the booth as I got some head from the cute felineboy, my balls hitting his chin every time he throated me down with skill.

After a few minutes I pulled off, leaning down and whispering for him to get up and bend over, the twink obeying without a sound, gripping the portable shelf on which we stored goodies, perking his rump out and lifting his tail. I got into position behind him, pressing myself beneath his tail and slowly forcing my huge stallion mast inside him, making him bite into his arm a little as he took me deep. My hips started rocking back and forth quickly, at a nice tempo, as he let escape some soft, high-pitched moans and the shelf squeaked under my assault. I held back my orgasm, not wanting to make a mess, finally stopping my motions after about 5 minutes and pulling out, leaning over him and giving the back of his neck a light bite. “Give me your hotel room and cell number, I’ll come visit you, and we can have real fun then.”

Liam and I walked out of the “backstore” under Cobbie’s annoyed glare. I sent Liam his way and grinned at my boyfriend. “Come on, I can’t be the only one actually working this whole week-end, can I? You can’t date the boss and expect to never have to do anything.” Cobbie stayed pouty as I leaned in and kissed his lips softly, causing a little cheer from other customers (female, this time) who had just walked in the booth. I greeted them with a bright smile.

“Welcome to Team Muscle, ladies. What can we do for you?”

I had missed the opportunity to get a Meesh spot, but Liam contacted me and asked if I wanted to split. So I asked: "The picture? Or your ASS?"

Liam -> liam-kun
Art by supa supa artist meesh kawaii desu ne

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