This meeting was the main reason Jeger had flown over to America. After observing the TM crew’s work, he had gotten in touch with them, sent a few pictures, and they had seemed pretty interested in setting up a shot for him. That settled, the buck had planned himself a little cross-country trip across the US of A: take advantage of his time there, travel from city to city, visit a few friends of his that lived there.

His first stop was Stripes’ studio, located in a large building in downtown X City. He had been sleeping at a nearby hotel, and had enjoyed Stripes’ company, as well as his boyfriend Cobbie and cameraman Floyd. They had graciously left him a few days to relax and get over jetlag before scheduling a meeting to film. The shot would be a normal porn scene: one room, one bed, the only feature being Jeger’s athletic body, as well as his two co-stars. Thankfully, this kind of entertainment was highly prized among the perverts of the internet.

“You don’t mind doing some bottoming, right?” Stripes asked as Jeger read his contract, the buck shaking his head as he signed his name down. “I don’t, but I’d also like to not be seen only doing that,” Jeger responded, his eyes slipping slightly to the side, where Cobbie was sitting, ignoring the other males as he flickered through windows on his phone. The buff zebra grinned, giving the stag a discrete wink. “Don’t worry. You’re working with professionals here.”

Floyd was focused on his material, headphones on ears and eyes on screen as the deer, horse and snake entered the studio. The lights were set, the bed was made, and the room even had a rather welcoming scent of citrus floating in. The three sat down on the edge of the bed, Jeger and Stripes chatting for a few minutes while Cobbie interjected with something witty and sarcastic from time to time, before shooting the camera with eyes that said “Can we fuck yet?”

After a playful invitation by Stripes, Jeger unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body, exposing his defined muscles to the cam. He climbed to his knees a little further in bed, pulling his belt off and unzipping his pants, showing off the TM underwear Stripes had offered him earlier, a nice pair of blue and white briefs. Cobbie leaned back on the bed, caressing his black-scaled paw along the bulge, peeling the pants down the buck’s athletic thighs as his tent grew.

The pants were soon discarded off the bed as the stag and cobra made out, while Stripes reached into their guest star’s underwear, pulling out his thick, long slab of deer meat, pumping it for the camera’s eye. Floyd couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, then bit his lower lip, trying his best to focus on his job.

With Jeger nude, the two bigger hunks started stripping off as well, tanktops and shorts coming off, as well as two other pairs of TM underwear, and suddenly two additional cocks, black as night and hard as rock, were shown off, Jeger smirking, cocking an eyebrow as he wrapped a paw around each, feeling how weighty and thick both males were. “You boys are not to be joked with, huh?”

Jeger lowered himself before Cobbie first, the cobra hissing lightly as he felt the buck’s mouth wrapping around his hefty mast, his paw stroking the antlered male’s hair as he started going down on him, twisting his mouth around the thick cock, as he felt the stallion spreading his asscheeks open, and the broad equine tongue starting to stroke over his tight pucker. He murred around his mouthful as he felt the horse pleasing him, spreading his legs. He had been a little hesitant to be featured pleasuring the two studs, but Stripes had reminded him that real men were the one confident enough in their masculinity to let themselves be topped from time to time. “Cobbie’s not quite there yet…” he had also whispered in the same breath, with a little grin on his black lips.

The stallion had worked 2, then 3 of his fingers inside the buck’s firm rear, stretching him a little as he kept blowing the hung cobra, his teardrop tail raised as he let himself be taken care of by the two musclebound hunks. The serpent had then pulled him off his shaft, with a smug look of satisfaction glimmering in his yellow eyes. “Allright… Let’s take care of the real business now.”

Jeger moved around between the two studs, facing Stripes’ huge horsecock as Cobbie hotdogged him from behind, getting a good feel of what that thick snakecock might feel inside him. The scaled hunk didn’t leave it up to imagination too much, as soon enough his tip was slowly forcing its way through Jeger’s rim, the stag grunting against the zebra’s sack as he spread his legs further, feeling the rough stud stretching him wide open around his massive cock. After a few minutes the deer regained his composure, his eyes lifting on the stallion’s ripped abs as he wrapped his mouth around the musky shaft, starting to go down on Stripes as the zebra’s boyfriend and co-star did him from behind. The cameras caught every bit of the athletic buck getting fucked in both ends, sucking loudly on the stallion while the cobra’s hips slapped his ass, driving that thick black malehood deep in the deer’s rear. Floyd kept his mind on the job, trying his best not to get aroused, especially when the thick scent of sweat and musk of the three athletic hunks fucking got to his sensitive canine nose. He was a hero among foxes for being able to pull off this job without going insane.

Cobbie reached his orgasm first, dumping a few ropes in the buck’s ass before pulling off, hissing loudly as he emptied the rest of his balls all over the lifted rear, Stripes following suit after a few extra sucks, Jeger being rewarded for his efforts by a thick gush of equine sperm being shot down his throat, the hefty amount causing some to dribble down his chin, for the delight of every fan of messes and big loads.

After cleaning up a little, the zebra and cobra gave the rock hard deer a very hot double blowjob, alternating spots between sucking his tip and lapping his balls, and sometimes making out with the thick pink cock in the middle, until their guest held their faces down, exploding in a earth-shattering climax that left both studs’ faces and tongues doused in the rich cream.

And then they kept going... and going...

“Ooook,” Floyd muttered as the little red light on the cameras went off. “Good job, guys. I have the best and the worst job in the world, all at the same time.”

Jeger smirked, looking at the cute technician slipping out of his headset. He accepted the towel Stripes handed him, and after a quick shower, the four males were heading off for a beer.

This was a promising start to Jeger’s trip.