Jock amateur with beard in solo casting
Title: “A Rugged Young Man’sSolo Casting Session”
The camera pans over a dimly lit motel room, the late afternoon sunlight barely filtering through the cheap curtains. The frame settles on a rugged, bearded man in his early thirties, sprawled across the bed. He’s dressed in a fitted, black tank top that clings to his toned chest and beefy arms, his face partially obscured by a neatly trimmed beard. A pair of faded jeans rests low on his hips, the denim straining against his thick, muscular thighs.
Without preamble, the man, let’s call him Jack, reaches for the buckle of his belt, his calloused fingers easily unhooking the leather. He pops open the button of his jeans, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Slowly, tantalizingly, he drags the zipper down, revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs, the fabric stretched taut over an already impressive bulge.
Jack hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, lifting his hips as he shimmies them down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick and semi-erect, nestled in a bed of dark, wiry hair. He kicks the garments away, now fully nude, his tanned skin begging to be touched.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice deep and husky as his hand wraps around his growing shaft. He gives it a few slow strokes, his foreskin sliding back to reveal the swollen head.
The camera zooms in, the lens focusing on Jack’s cunt crinkled pink hole, glistening with a bead of precum. He teases it with the pad of his thumb, smearing the clear fluid over his slit. His other hand moves between his legs, groping and kneading the firm globes of his ass.
“Gonna get myself nice and ready,” Jack mumbles, his words slurring together as he loses himself in the sensation. He spreads his cheeks, putting his hole on full display for the camera.
A familiar crinkling sound echoes through the room as Jack retrieves a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. He squirts a generous amount onto his fingers, the clear liquid dripping down his taint. He circles his hole with a lubed-up finger, the puckered muscle clenching in anticipation.
“Been a while since someone’s been in there,” he groans, slowly pressing his finger inside. Hishole swallows it, the tight ring of muscle yielding easily to his touch. He pumps his finger, in and out, in and out, the obscene sound of lube squelching filling the air.
Jack adds a second finger, then a third, stretching himself open. His neglected cock bobs between his legs, bobbing and weeping precum onto his sack. “Fucking hell, I needed this,” he gasps, curling his fingers just right.
Withdrawing his fingers, he reaches for a thick, black dildo tucked beneath his pillow. The toy is a good eight inches long, girthy and ribbed. Jack coats it in a generous amount of lube before pressing it against his entrance.
“Don’t know if this is gonna fit,” he laughs breathlessly, pushing the head past his rim. His body resists at first, clenching around the intrusion. Then, with a sharp inhale, Jack forces the toy deeper, his ass swallowing inch after inch of black silicone.
Jack bottoms out, the dildo nestled deep inside him. His hole twitches, squeezing the toy as his body adjusts to the invasion. “Bet you wish you were seeing this in person,” he pants, giving his cock a lazy stroke. He begins to fuck himself, lifting his hips to meet each thrust of the dildo.
The room fills with the slapping of skin against silicone, the obscene squelch of lube, and Jack’s guttural groans. His hole puffs out with each pump of the dildo, his cock leaking steadily. “Gonna cum soon, fuckers,” he grunts, twisting his wrist as he jerks himself off.
His balls draw up tight, his shaft throbbing in his hand. He slams the dildo as deep as it will go, grinding against it as he teeters on the edge of orgasm. “FUCK!” he roars, thick ropes of cum erupting from his slit. His ass clamps down, milking the toy as he rides out his climax.
Jack collapses back onto the bed, the dildo still lodged inside him. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, a satisfied grin on his face. As the initial haze of orgasm fades, he gently eases the toy out, a gush of lube following in its wake.
“Thanks for joining me,” he chuckles, a glint in his eyes. “Let me know if you want a encore performance.”
The camera lingers on Jack’s sweaty, Sex machine – drenched body, his spent cock twitching on his thigh. The screen fades to black, the sounds of the motel and Jack’s ragged breathing fading into silence.
THE END
