“And that’s all folks! Cheer for Zoe and Zelda. And who could forget Mr. Peanutbutter himself? Thank you!”
The roar of applause filled the small studio, where the audience clapped at three actors, standing in the fake apartment. It seemed that the girls didn’t get even half of the attention of the smiling, yellow canine. Since it was the last shooting of the long day, people were slowly dispersing, emptying the hall, while the actors were going to their respective rooms.
“Jerry? Next time say that people should cheer for me, then for the girls. Not the other way around. Okay? Okay. You’re doing great work anyway, see you!”
“Uh, my name’s not Jerry,” the director’s assistant said, but Mr. PB was long gone. As always, he went towards his dressing room, waving toward other staff members, including the janitors. He didn’t stop looking so pleased with the world even for one second. Especially not when there was something wrong when the canine eventually opened the door.
“Hm, that’s weird. I don’t remember misplacing my shoes. Wait, that’s a brilliant catchphrase for the show. ‘Who misplaced my shoes?’ and the audience goes wild. But seriously, someone was roaming in my stuff. And why I’m talking to myself?” He kept pondering, looking around his changing room, noticing more and more mishaps like something trying to find something in the piles of used clothing. 
After opening the closet, a rather heavy object dropped on the ground, groaning audibly. Mr. Peanutbutter gasped, startled by this sudden attack if it was one. After closer inspection, he realized that’s none other but a kid, probably one of his fans. It wouldn’t be the first time when a child would sneak around, trying to get an autograph or a piece of clothing so the canine wasn’t that surprised. Or even mad at him.
“What are you doing here? Oh, wait. Let me guess. I love charades. Let me see, you’re my biggest fan and wanted my signature. Or perhaps a photograph of me? But I don’t have a camera on me. Oh, wait, I have a better idea. You want my handshake, is that correct?” Mr. Peanutbutter beamed, staring at the boy who eventually stood up, looking a bit scared and confused at first, but after hearing his favorite character, there was a visible hint of pure excitement in his eyes.
The cheerful labrador extended his arm, offering nothing more than a firm handshake. The fan looked at it slightly confused, before letting the dog wrap its strong fingers around his small hand, moving it up and down. Although happy that he could help out one of his dear fans, there was something he needed as well, wanting to scratch that itch that nobody else could. For months he wondered about young enthusiasts, doing things he could only fantasize about during lonely nights. He couldn’t just let it go, just like the kid’s hand.
“You know that. A simple handshake isn’t enough to appreciate your support. So what if…” with these words, Mr. Peanutbutter simply shoved the kid’s hand into the canine’s pants, right after unzipping them. The fan flinched but didn’t call for any help, somehow wanting this to happen. After all, who else could be the one, touching the greatest actor’s body, especially down there? Blushing deeply, the kid felt his fingers brushing against the fur, right before grasping something rounder, fluffy, and firm at the same time.
“Oh yeah, that’s the spot, buddy. Great job!” With free hand, Mr. PB rubbed fan’s hair, letting him roam inside his pants, feeling the small palm massaging the large ballsack, before slightly touching against the sheath. Overwhelmed with many different and unknown emotions, the child kept exploring, wanting to see more. He grasped one of the large nuts, rubbing it against the thumb and index finger.
“Use your whole hand, buddy. Don’t be shy, you’re doing astonishing work so far. I’m so proud of you!” The canine kept brushing his hair, encouraging him to continue what he was doing. The full hand in the labrador’s briefs touched what was available when the kid could swear that something was growing at an alarming speed. Bulgy and meaty, throbbing under the backside of his hand. The ‘number one fan’ wrapped his fingers around it, surprised by the warmth radiating from it, and how it pulsated. Mr. Peanutbutter flopped his tongue outside, panting visibly.
“Mmm, yeah. But one thing at a time, we don’t want to finish too early, alright buddy? Here, there’s something else fluffy and warm that you can explore. Take your time and think about… eating something delicious with your hands only. Although don’t put your fingers in your mouth, okay?” He warned him, taking the kid’s hand to forcefully move it towards the canine’s backside. The kid flinched again but somehow didn’t want to stop his idol from putting his hand between two perfectly chiseled ass cheeks. He didn’t look disgusted by it, after realizing what just happened.
“Alright, nice and slow. Make sure to rub those buttcheeks thoroughly. That’s it, you’re natural. Perhaps you want to become a professional masseur in the future, I would pay you to double for that. Well, not me but my agent.” He kept rambling, while about half of these words got into fans’ ears, who were more focused on touching the actor’s warm, sweaty body. The yellow, thick fur on that ass felt almost moist, after a such long day of hard work. The yellow canine grasped firmer his hand again, making it slide deeper between those buttocks.
“Make sure to get into that funny thing called ‘prostate’. Not like I need a medical exam on it but you’re not a doctor so that’s fine.” He said, clearly not caring about the lack of logic in his statements. The more important was, how well the kid was, getting that hand deeper inside Mr. Peanutbutter’s tight asshole. The child didn’t focus on the experience itself and how repulsive it should be, just thinking about it. Instead, he was overjoyed, massaging the warm, soft, and slightly pulsating tunnel. After the idol groaned happily, the kid couldn’t be happier, and proud after getting the job done.
“Fantastic! Just a few more minutes of that and we can finally move towards the grand finale. Just a bit more focus, you’re doing a great job so far.” Mr. Peanutbutter kept complimenting me, in exchange for having the best time of his life. The kid’s hand kept sliding in and out, rubbing those inner muscles with care, while the canine was doing half of his job, still holding firmly that small, thin arm. After a long while, the canine wheezed harder, right before clenching his teeth, sweating harder.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Keep rubbing that one, sweet spot.” Judging by his shallow breath, he was getting closer to his first climax. The canine panted right into the boy’s ear, clenching his hand around the fan’s shoulder, not able to suppress his rapidly growing pleasure. The dog’s tongue flopped out of his mouth, close to the boy’s cheek before he could finally hear Mr. Peanutbutter’s loud moan. If he looked down at his pants, he could see a white stain on them and a trembling bulge.
“Oh, frick. That was fantastic. But I need you to do one last thing for me, while I’m still juiced up. Kneel for me. Kneel I said, just like that.” While still smiling cheerfully, there was something sinister behind his eyes, an unusual glint. He forcefully pushed the child towards the floor, making him kneel. Boy didn’t panic at all, trusting his idol with all of his heart. His eyes sparkled, looking at the greatest person he knew from below. It was like a dream happening in real life, not thinking about anything else.
“Open your mouth wide. Here it comes.” With these words, Mr. Peanutbutter completely unzipped his pants, letting them fall towards his ankles. The briefs were visibly bulging, hiding something gigantic underneath there and the fan was deeply curious about what was that exactly. Canine chuckled, letting his briefs drop as well. Before the kid’s eyes, a massive, deeply red, and violently throbbing shaft was in full view, along with the bloated, incredibly thick knot right at the base. Cock’s tip shined under the light before a single clear drop of liquid trailed down the meaty pole. The whole member radiated with warmth and strong, smelly musk.
The canine took the fan’s head, placing his mouth where it was most sweaty, making him lick off all of those fluids, grunting happily. Mr. Peanutbutter couldn’t believe in his luck, fulfilling the dreams that he thought he wouldn’t ever achieve. Right next to Oscar award, but it will come someday as well.
“You’re amazing. Open your mouth wider, here it comes…” he commanded, seeing that kid surprisingly complied with his words. The yellow labrador guided the pointy, moist tip right inside the fan’s mouth, which this time barely even flinched, letting the shaft warm up his insides. The canine pushed harder, holding the fan’s head in place. All of that, while rubbing the sweaty, wet ballsack against his chin and throat. With one powerful thrust, Mr. Peanutbutter let that throbbing piece of meat get as deep as possible, tickling the kid’s back of the throat. Completely inexperienced, fan gagged, not expecting something so long and thick, trying to get into his stomach.
“I’ve got you. I’m almost done. You’re so brave, any minute now.” The canine kept ruffling the kid’s hair, slapping his chin with heavy nuts after each powerful shove. Not able to stop himself, Mr. Peanutbutter quickened his pace, basically facefucking the poor little fan. Wheezing loudly and sweating profusely, the canine was leaking loads of precum, now going deep down the kid’s feeble body. Eventually, Mr. Peanutbutter shoved as much as possible of his pole, releasing massive loads of the pearly white, sticky cum. After taking deep breaths, he watched the kid collapsing right on the floor, coughing out the salty fluids, gasping for air.
“I’m so proud of you, buddy…” he whispered to the number one fan, squatting next to him and massaging his cheek. Mr. Peanutbutter planned to just let him go, but the sudden burst of lust filled his groin once more, refusing his massive cock to go limp even for a second there. His demeanor which made him a usual happy-go-lucky person, now turned feral again, like a rabid dog. The kid already stood up and took a few steps backward, unaware of the danger he was currently in.
Without any warning or even a reason, Mr. Peantbutter suddenly pounced with a swiftness of a panther. Not able to defend himself, the ‘number one fan’ could only struggle, while the canary-colored beast pinned him to the nearby wall with a loud thud, letting pieces of plaster drop on the floor, along with a canine’s plaque with an award. But nothing else mattered but getting more of that young, barely developed body. Growling like an aminal, he groped the boy in the waist, trying to remove his shirt. The kid tried to push the predator away with his hand against the dog’s maw, revealing his sharp teeth and pink gums but was too weak to do anything more than that.
Mr. Peanutbutter ignored his top and quickly removed the pieces of clothing that mattered to him, from the waist down. He forcefully kissed the boy, sliding his broad and meaty tongue past his lips, making out with him passionately. Second, later he pushed a smaller body onto the floor, squatting right next to it with canine cock standing proud and ready, with clear liquid glistening in the light. Not even thinking about any precaution or preparing himself, Mr. Peanutbutter guided his shaft right between the boy’s buttocks.
While lying on his back, the kid looked into the idol’s eyes, not understanding why he suddenly acted so ferocious like that. He let out a scream when the dog eventually pushed at least half of his throbbing monster cock right inside him, before having his mouth covered by a furred paw. Mr. Peanutbutter pounded him mercilessly, wheezing loudly and focused on his pleasure alone. He removed the kid’s shirt, wanting to marvel at his now completely naked body, ravaged by his massive comparison figure. While fucking him hard, the dog panted heavily right into the boy’s face, while his heart pounded heavily and audibly against his smaller chest. 
The underaged fan let out more of his muffled screams through the paw, his asshole getting completely devastated by the massive pole. He lost his breath, when the gigantic knot slid inside it, locking itself in. The loud wheezing continued, while Mr. Peanutbutter moaned right into the boy’s ear, getting close to final release. After each powerful throb, he shot load by a load of his warm, thick cum, mildly inflating his small belly with that hot spunk. The massive dog kept wheezing right onto the boy’s face, before eventually removing the paw from his mouth, realizing he didn’t even try to scream anymore. He only kept staring at the canine actor, not able to move a muscle. Dog’s eyes widened.
Now Mr. Peanutbutter finally understood the saying ‘never meet your heroes’.