Teenage Skater Gets Fucked Raw On Casting Couch Loves It So Much He Nuts

Title: “Raw Casting Couch Rendezvous: Skater Boy’s First Time Fuck”

The bustling city streets teemed with life, as young Jason skated by, his long eyelashes fluttering in the light breeze. Lost in thought, he almost didn’t see the sleek, modern building looming ahead, its blacked-out windows hinting at clandestine transactions within. But the hand-lettered sign caught his eye: “Male Models Needed, $500 Cash.”

Lucky breaks had been hard to come by lately. Jason had just lost his job at the skate shop when it closed down, and his allowance didn’t stretch very far. Glancing around furtively, he tucked his board under his arm and headed inside.

The elevator took him to a nondescript door, no sign posted, just a small buzzer. He pressed it, and a voice buzzed back, “We’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.”

Jason gulped, suddenly unsure, but the promise of money propelled him forward. Inside, the space was minimalist, sparse beyond being merely unadorned. A plain loveseat sat under a single window, in front of it a huge, black leather couch. The men inside, lounging casually, looked him up and down like a piece of meat.

“Well, get him in here,” one of them growled. The other nodded, waving them over.

“Hi, I’m Jason,” he said, licking his lips nervously. “I’m here for the modeling job?”

“Modeling, yes,” the older man smirked. “Come and sit, Jason.” It wasn’t a request.

Jason perched awkwardly on the edge of the couch, broken out in nervous sweat. The men watched him intently, the taller one in a purple polo shirt saying, “So tell me what kind of modeling you’re into? Nudes? Pinups?”

“I-I don’t know,” Jason stammered. “I’ve never done this before.”

“No?” The man in a navy sweatshirt, standing now, reached out to slowly stroke Jason’s hair. “Well, you’re in luck, because we’re looking for virgin boys like you. We can do a test shoot, if you’re game.”

Jason’s pulse quickened. Offered that much money, he couldn’t afford to be a prude. He nodded jerkily. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

The men prowled around him like wolves, touching, exploring. Their hands slid under his shirt, up his bare thighs, cupping his ass. Jason shivered and then groaned as a skillful mouth closed over his neck, biting and sucking.

“We’re going to make you feel so good,” the man in the polo shirt purred, his hands tight on Jason’s wrists. The other man was behind him now, rock hard cock grinding against his ass, hot breath in his ear.

“You’ll be a star after this,” he growled, yanking Jason’s shirt off. “All the boys will want a piece of you. And you’ll love every minute of it, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Jason gasped as he was stripped bare, fingers diving into his tight virgin holes. “I’ll be good for you.”

“Good boy,” the sculptor of his pleasure crooned. “Such a good boy for us.”

The two men loomed over him, naked now, massive cocks jutting out obscenely. Jason marveled that anything that big could fit in a body…then yelped as they grabbed his ankles and spread him wide. The one in the navy sweatshirt dove down between his legs, hungrily devouring Jason’s virgin ass. His cries echoed off the stark walls.

Strong hands lifted Jason’s hips, lapping at him in ways he’d never imagined, the pleasure almost too intense, teasing him open, stretching him out. He writhed against the leather, sweat glistening on his youthful body, his cock achingly hard against his belly.

The bed was claimed, the purple polo man dumping him on his back, the other one shoving his knees up to his chest. He touched that virgin ring of fire, then plunged into him in one hard push. Jason screamed, the pain searing up his spine, but it didn’t matter. Lust overrode it.

He rocked and bucked, the one in the navy sweatshirt pounding into him with ruthless strokes. Jason wrapped his long legs around him, lost to the picking up the pace, slamming in deep. The hilt of his cock disappeared inside the beautiful boy, milking him, working him over. “That’s it,” the man growled. “Take it, damn you.”

resistencia failed and Jason’s back bowed, throwing his head back in a silent scream as the first shy spurt of come sprayed from his untouched cock, painting their bellies with pearly streaks. He shook all over, clenching down on the other man with every spasm, consumed by ecstacy such as he’d never known.

“Look at you,” the one in the purple polo shirt laughed breathlessly, a lewd expression on his face as he stroked himself hard. “You’re in heat, baby. I can see it. Come for me. Fucking come!” Jason bucked and writhed as the second storm overtook him, prostate punished until he thought he’d pass out from the sensation.

Afterward, the two men withdrew slowly, their cocks still hard and slick. They cleaned him up with gentle ministrations, taking care of their cum-spewing fuck toy, making sure he was okay.

“We’re going to take you to the next level baby,” the man in the navy sweatshirt said silkily. “No one else will ever be enough for you. You’re ours now.”