Sexy and fit solo stud jerks on casting

Sweat glistened on the chiseled abs of the young man as he shifted nervously on the couch. The dim lighting of the casting room cast an intimate glow, shadows dancing across his rippling muscles with each twitch and flex. He was tall, built like a greek god, with a mop of blond hair falling into piercing blue eyes. A trail of tousled golden curls led down his ripped stomach, disappearing beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

The casting director, a grizzled older man with a salt-and-pepper beard, leaned back in his chair smoking a cigarette as he eyed the exposed flesh hungrily. “And so, hasModeration your physique been keeping you busy in the dating scene?” he asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

A shy smile played at the corners of the stud’s full, pink lips. “Oh yes, all the boys seem to love it,” he replied, flexing a thick bicep. “They can’t keep their hands off. I was scouted outside the gym one day and asked to audition for some premium content.” His gaze drifted down, taking in the large bulge straining against the boy’s denim. “I was surprised they wanted me so soon, but I guess I was a natural fit for their athletic aesthetic.”

“Mmm, I bet,” the director mumbled appreciatively, stubbing out his cigarette and uncrossing his powerful legs. “And I bet those cute boys can’t wait to get you all to themselves on camera. Tell me,elson darling, what kind of satisfied perverts are you hoping to attract with this solo footage?”

The model bit his lip coyly, gaze lingering on the growing tent in direc- ** Mason’s head.** “I’d love for guys and girls to see what I’m work- **With. Working with Mason, considering going into** porn to get a closer peek at that tight body of yours.” He sat up a little straighter, positioning himself to put his best assets on display. “I’ve been getting a lot of requests to show off my dick, too. Seems guys get pretty worked up over it online.”

“God, I can’t imagine why,” the interviewer joked, eyes roaming over the bulge appreciatively. “Bet you’re hung like a horse under those jeans, aren’t you?” abroad grin split his face.**”What do you say we get the viewers a front-row seat to that famous cock of yours? Take it out for me, study.” Mason nodded eagerly, standing up to unbutton his fly. He dragged down the zipper tooth by tooth, teasing, before finally yanking the pants and his underwear down in one smooth motion.

His proud member sprang free, long and thick and utterly mouthwatering, framed by his golden curls. A bead of moisture already glistened at the tip. “She’s quite the specimen,” the director said, voice low and approving as he sat forward in his seat. “I bet you’re hungry to get that perfect prick on film and have pervs like me drooling over it from all angles, aren’t you? To be watched as you jerk that fat cock, imagining all the dirty things fans want to do to you?”

With a grin, Mason wrapped a strong hand around his shaft and began pumping slowly, a little moan escaping his kissable lips. “Uh-huh,” he panted, eyes cycing from his filthy masturbation to the approving gaze of the interviewer. “I want them to see how big I can get, all the way up to twelve inches rock hard. I want them to watch me leak and throb and get worked up, wishing they could crawl into the video and crawl over my body.”

“Hell, I’m right there with them, kiddo,” the director said breathily, adjusting himself with a groan. “Do another few strokes and let’s get some shots from the side. I want these viewers to feast their eyes on the whole delicious package that is Mason Leroy.”

“Fuck yes,” the young starlet panted, arching his back to show off his spectacular ass as he jerked faster, already biting his plump bottom lip in ecstasy. His fit chest heaved and his defined stomach muscles flexed, hypnotizing his on-screen lover with their rippling dance. A film of sweat made his golden skin shine as the lights caressed him.

“Damn, you’re really putting on a show,” the director growled, leaning forward in his seat. “What do you wish you could do with a fan’s hands right now? Where would you guide them to make the most of your divine physique?”

Mason moaned throatily and ran his free hand down his pecs, tweaking a pert nipple before trailing it lower. “Their hands feel so good when they explore me,” he gasped, circling his tight pink pucker with a fingertip. “Worshipping this ass that everyone just wants to sink into. And of course my big, sensitive balls. I love having fans cup and fondle them, rolling them in their palms. Doesn’t it make you wish you could feel how heavy and full they are?”

“Fuck, I do,” the interviewer grunted, grabbing himself through his pants. “Bend over and show me what I’m aching to see, Mason.”

With a shiver of excitement, the blond hottie spread his legs and arched his back, reaching back to spread his plump cheeks. His perfect rosebud winked sweetly as he revealed it, and the director produced a little whimper. “Damn, you’ve got a hell of an adorable ass. I bet getting fucked by a fan would make you shoot your load so hard, staining the sheets with your worshipped cock.”Art누L**Art**Mo**Masturbation: Toys, BDSM, Roleplay, Large Penis, Video , Gay masturbation, Gay solo