Athletic amateur stud fucked on casting
Title: The Casting Couch Frolic – An Elaborate Gay Male Porn Tale
The thirst was real as muscular jock Dean strutted into the sheer studio, his chiseled abs rippling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Casting director Brad lounged on the grubby couch, a predatory gleam in his eye as he watched the aspiring porn star strut his stuff.
“Strip,” Brad commanded, already palming his hardening cock through his jeans. Dean didn’t need to be told twice. Ripping off his top, he displayed a magnificent physique – bulging pecs, washboard abs, and biceps that could crush boulders. Brad swooned, his dick throbbing at the debaucherous display.
As Dean Peel off his shorts, his massive fuckpie cradled in white briefs, Brad couldn’t resist. Prowling forward, he tackled Dean to the floor, pinning him down with a furtive kiss. Dean grunted in surprise, but soon melted into the man’s desperate embrace, his own erection swelling. Shirts and shoes were frantically discarded, the two schlonged studs rutting on the dingy carpet.
Brad pulled away, ripping off Dean’s constricting undershorts and unleashing a gorgeous ten-inch cock which sprang up and slapped Dean’s taught stomach. Brad moaned, diving between the muscle hunk’s thighs. Grabbing the veiny shaft in his strong hands, he began furiously pumping.
“Fuckkk,” Dean groaned, head lolling back as Brad jacked his meat. Slurping the swollen purple head, Brad savored the tangy pre-cum leaking from the tip. He had wanted Dean since he first saw his diving pictures. Now he had him right where he wanted – pinned under him as he pleasured that thick veiny fuckstick.
With a wet pop, Brad released Dean’s cock, spitting into his hand and resuming the deep groan-inducing stroke at a faster tempo. Dean thrashed in bliss, hips bucking into Brad’s gifted hands. “Babe I’m gonna cum!” the stud groaned, golden balls tightening.
Brad pulled away with a wolfish grin. “Ah ah ah, not yet. I need that monster dick deep inside me.” Rising, he shed his pants along with Dean’s. Naked, he presented his meaty bubble butt, winking the tight pink pucker. Dean pounced, grabbing the perky cheeks in both hands and burying his face between them.
“Fucking hell, that hole is delicious!” Dean rumbled, tongue spearing deep into its velvety depths. Brad wriggled with pleasure, panting on the couch as Dean worshipped his back door. When he was delirious with frothing need, Dean pulled back.
“Get me hard again,” Brad grunted, shoving his face into the sweaty cracks. Tongue and fingers delved into him as he worked demure Dean until the giant cockhead wept translucent juices. Bradley knew he was ready.
Straddling Dean’s thick base, Brad slowly engulfed the long veiny rod, swallowing each swollen inch inch until he rested square on the muscle stud’s papaya-sized balls. “Unnnnnggggg!” he groaned as his muscle wall was stretched beyond belief, sweaty abs flexing.
“Fffffuck!!!” Dean shouted, eyes rolling back in absolute bliss as his thick cock was sheathed in Griffins silky manshaft. “You’re tighter than my mom!” He snorted. Brad smiled, rotating his hips until he was bouncing on those steely poles, the wet slap of flesh echoing through the room as he rode Dean cowboy style.
graded down and back by the moment, the dancing walls of brad’s ass massaging along the veiny length of dean’s cock before he sat upright, his shaft knifing deep. Hard hands reached up to grope his hot body as he rocked atop the rippling abs. Taking Brad by the hips, Dean slammed upward, fucking fluid plunging out of his dick. “Unh, g-gonna fill you up, babe!” He panted.
Brad made grabby motions. “Do it! Slut load my hole!” Growling, Dean pistoned his hips at a furious pace, grunting with each impact. As his orgasm approached, the bucking became erratic before his massive body went rigid. “FUCK YESSSS!” he roared, pumping spurt after spurt of hot jizz straight into Brad’s guts.
The feeling of Dean emptying those boulders into his ass set Brad off and within seconds he was hurtling into ecstasy himself, untouched cock spurting long streaks of fornicate good across his flexing belly. Moaning, the two hunks collapsed together, cocks slipping free as they flopped on their backs, panting.
“Shit… that was intense,” Brad groaned. “You’re hired.” Blushing, Dean grinned. He couldn’t wait to make more casting tapes…
