NextDoorCasting – Julian Brady’s First Time Bottom!

Title: “Julian Brady’s Raw Descent into Gay Porn”

As the camera pans across the dimly lit auditions room, the tension is palpable. Julian Brady, a strapping 19-year-old who could pass for a disheveled choir boy, nervously awaits his turn to prove his worth. The casting director, Ty breaking, studies his profile. “Rookie, vanilla, barely shaves. A..

exotic virgin to mold.” He smirks.

“Julian!” booms Ty. “Come on in, let’s see what you’re packing.” Julian nearly jumps out of his skin, pausing before tentatively entering. Ty leans back, eyeing the trembling Amateur. “So, you ever done porn before?”

“Uh, n-no sir,” Julian stutters eloquently. Ty chuckles. “First time audition? That’s hot.” He whips out a thick camera and starts recording. “Go ahead and strip for me boy.”

Julian begins to choke on his own spit, nearly swallowing his tongue. As he reluctantly sheds his clothes, Ty is all eyes. “Dayum! Gotta send dicks like that to the Emmy Committee! Now you’re going to jerk those exotic Snow C slip for me, and don’t you dare cum!”

Julian comically fumbles and frets, trying to follow instructions. His hand moves in uncontrollable ticks, his knees beating like bongo drums against the couch leather. “That’s it, baby. Use that lotion… Spread that ass…” Ty growls.

Julian gulps, obediently reaching behind and fingering his hole as instructed. His bottoming innocence is a grade A turn on, Ty realizes. He pats the couch next to him, and Julian obediently inches over.

“Wanna make you my next big star,” Ty murmurs breathily. “It’s just a little experiment first. Just relaxed. I’ll be gentle.” Julian nods, fear etched across his face like a mask, unsure of what he’s agreeing to.

Ty locks the door, setting the camera down in the corner to capture the show. He pulls a bottle of Lube, having Julian get on his hands and knees and spread those tender cheeks. He slowly prep him, oddly gentle and skilled for a brute. “Such a tight little virgin.”

Meticulously prepped, Ty positions himself and starts to infiltrate Julian’s untouched hole. “Hold hands,” Ty grunts, locking fingers with the squirming Bottom. Julian whimpers, pressure building. Then POP! The tip clears, Julian gasping.

“It fits, it fits!” Ty laughs gleefully, working in deeper. Julian pants, eyes rolling, a melodramatic moan unleashing. He seems lost in it, like he’s become high priest in the church of reefer madness. He rolls over, oddly eager now, hungry eyes seek..

approval as Ty gives him the D. His body feels both pliable and toned, Hell-bent on proving himself. “Yeah, you like it?” Ty growls. “Tell me how it feels.”

“S-so good,” Julian whimpers. “Stretching me open. Breaking me in half. Ahhh!” Strangely poetic, maybe a savant…

Ty gets rougher, clapping Julian’s cock to the rhythm like a power drill. Julian seems lost to the sensation, voice breaking with each thrust. He’s decidedly hard though, dick bouncing and drooling pre-cum everywhere. “I’m your bitch,'” he moans ecstatically.

“Bastard!” Ty chides playfully, reaching over and shoving two fingers in Julian’s mouth. The strapping amateur obediently sucks, gagging on the over stimulation. “Fuck! You take it so good.”

Julian’s cock is full-on weeping now against his belly, jizz bubbling up like a geyser. His ball sac is gone and his dick is angry red, straining, begging for touch. But it will have to wait… Ty pulls out and flips him over, plunging back in and splitting him like a wishbone.

Julian wails, arching up to meet the newcomer. He seems to crave the brutal reaming, a whimpering, desperate Bottom lost to the glory hole ecstasy. “Y-Your own pleasure!” he wails, strung out, brain paged out, my goodness. Has he no shame?

Ty sees stars, pumping recklessly, sloppily, eyes rolling back. This is what the casting couch was built for – raw, unfiltered cock craving. “Fill me up!” Julian cries, voice a narcotic concoction of whimper, growl and whine.

“Pray for the pink, boy,” Ty chuckles, speeding up and majorly grunting. He pumps amphetamine in Julian’s raw Southern cave, howling like something in the arctic. Julian squalls, back arching up, rabbit tongues fluttering. “FUCK YEAH!” He wails, erupting in a geyser.

Ty links arms, tugging Julian to his chest, kissing the nape of his neck. Julian pants on his side, trying to comprehend what just hit him. He zips up, looking unsteady as he lurches towards the door. He pauses, and…kisses Ty, full on, slipping out the door without a word.

Ty sits up, feverish and panting. “Not bad, kid,” he breathes, another strapping young jock already bleeding out onto his casting couch. Another sponsor crush. “Not bad at all.”