Exclusive Casting Part 2 Pyotr Tomek
Title: “Pyotr Tomek’s Explicit Audition: A Dancing Desert Drum Solo”
The camera pans over the setting – a sweltering desert landscape, the sun beating down mercilessly on the parched earth. In the distance, a lone tent flutters in the dusty wind. This is where it all happens, where the dreamers come to strut their stuff, hoping to be discovered for glory and fortune. But today, there’s only one would-be starlet arriving for his exclusive casting call – Pyotr Tomek.
Pyotr emerges from a dust cloud, his lithe body glistening with sweat. He’s an Eastern European beauty, with piercing blue eyes, chiseled cheeks, and a chest that could cut glass. His tight jeans hug his assets in all the right places. He tentatively approaches the production tent, a glint of nervousness in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself with a smoldering gaze. This is what he’s been dreaming of – his big break.
Inside the tent, Pyotr is greeted by a gruff yet sexy Russian director,geben Kolya. Kolya’s eyes roam appreciatively over Pyotr’s body, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He rolls a toothpick around in his mouth, a bad habit he’s yet to kick. “Pyotr Tomek,” he rumbles in his thick accent, “Welcome to the casting call. Let’s see what you’ve got, hmm?”
Pyotr gulps, drawing himself up to his full, impressive height. He launches into a sultry dance, undulating his hips and running his hands over his body appreciatively. Kolya watches, his eyes darkening, his arousal evident behind his fly. Pyotr knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s doing it very well indeed. Slowly, he discards piece after piece of his clothing, revealing more and more of his tanned, toned flesh.Kolya licks his lips. He’s going to enjoy this audition, that’s for sure. His fingers toy with his belt buckle, itching to release his own straining cock, but he contents himself with adjusting his package. Meanwhile, Pyotr has stripped down to a tiny pair of white briefs, a delicious tent forming at the front. He wiggles his hips in a delicious little dance, before dropping to his knees.
With a wicked grin, he reaches out, his hands playing along Kolya’s muscular thighs, teasing, tantalising, until he reaches the main prize. Slowly, slowly, he traces the outline of Kolya’s cock through his jeans, feeling it twitch and harden under his touch. Kolya lets out a low moan, his hips jerking forward. “Nyet, nyet,” he gasps, “Not yet. I want to see more. I want to see everything.”
Obligingly, Pyotr shimmies out of his briefs, revealing his own glorious erection, flushed a deep, angry red and weeping precum from the tip. He lies back on the sandy floor of the tent, one hand lazily pumping his dick, the other teasing his nipples, his balls, trailing lower, lower until his fingers brush against his tight little pucker. Kolya groans, his own erection now straining painfully against his jeans. “Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice gruff with desire, “Show me how you like it.”
Without hesitation, Pyotr plunges two fingers deep into his ass, gasping and writhing in ecstasy. His other hand pumps furiously at his cock, twisting and squeezing, chasing that ineffable pleasure only he can provide. Kolya watches, hypnotized, his balls tight and aching, his cock an angry purple against his fly. He wants nothing more than to bury himself balls deep in Pyotr’s tight ass, to hear that man scream his name. But not yet. Not until he’s shown him everything.
Slipping a third finger into his hole, Pyotr brings his legs up, spreading himself wide open. His fingers scissor inside him, stretching, preparing. Every twitch makes him gasp and moan, hiscock pulsing, dripping, so close to the edge. Kolya can’t take it anymore. He needs to touch, to taste. Rushing forward, he latches onto Pyotr’s dick, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping at the salty precum.
Pyotr nearly screams, his hips bucking wildly. He’s so close, oh god, he’s so close. Kolya sucks him hard and deep, his throat constricting around his cock, milking him, driving him wild. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum,” Pyotr pants, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck, Kolya, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna…”
With a hoarse scream, he explodes, his cock pulsing and jerking, spilling hot seed across Kolya’s talented tongue. Kolya swallows every last drop, his own cock straining against his jeans, aching for release. But he’s not ready for this to be over. There’s so much more he wants to do to Pyotr, with Pyotr. He needs to have this sexy little minx, to claim him, to make him his own.
Pulling back, he gazes down at Pyotr, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He’s got the perfect role in mind for this cum slut. And the next time they fuck, it’s going to be magic. Pyotr grins up at him, a satisfied, lazy smile on his face. He knows he’s passed with flying colors. And he can’t wait to see what Kolya’s going to do with him next.
