Amateur sexy gayboy jerks on casting
Title: “A Naughty Encounter”
The young, tanned twink sat nervously in the hard chair, shifting his pert rear from side to side. He had come to this small, dingy studio, filled with nothing but a bed, a camera, and a few props, hoping to break into the industry. He had no idea what exactly he had signed up for. The casting director, a middle-aged man with a greying beard and a lewd eye, sat across from him.
“Now then, honey,” he purred, using that pretentious nickname that made the boy’s stomach churn. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
The boy nodded, wide-eyed and vulnerable. He had been promised riches, fame, and the chance to fulfill his fantasies, and the greasy, overweight lech before him seemed his only hope.
“Strip for me, sonny. Nice and slow. Show me what I’m working with.”
A shiver ran down Trey’s spine at the command, but he had no choice. Before he knew it, his shirt was off, revealing his waxed, taut chest. His shorts followed next, exposing his flawless ass and hefty cock resting in a bed of downy blonde curls.
“Mmm, that’s better. Now, touch yourself for me. Nice and slow. Put on a little show.”
Trey obeyed, slowly running his hands down his toned body, grabbing his soft cock and giving it a squeeze. A moan escaped his cherry red lips. He arched his back, pushing his hips forward as if fucking an invisible partner.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze that cock. Stroke it slow and steady. Pretend you’re fucking my tight ass.”
The casting director’s words embarrassed Trey, but he found himself obeying, first fondling his cock and balls, then running his hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples.
“Fuck yeah, just like that. Look at that sexy body, all lean and muscled. Look how hard you’re making yourself. Come on now, beat that fucking meat. Pretend I’m right there sucking it down my throat.”
Trey closed his eyes, losing himself in the fantasy. He stroked faster, his hips bucking in time with his hand. His cock was hard as steel now, aching with need. The pleasure built inside him as he grunted and moaned, the cracking of his flesh and the lewd slurping sounds filling the room.
“Mm, I’d love to have that fine cock in my mouth,” the casting director coaxed. “You fucking my face so good, making me choke on your thick dick. Yeah, jerk that cock! Faster, honey! Fucking hit it!”
Trey groaned loudly, his balls churning and tightening, pushing him ever closer to the edge. His cock throbbed in his hand as he ran his thumb over the head, swirling his pre-cum around. He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, hips jackhammering into his fist as the pleasure crested.
With a loud cry, he came, shooting his hot, sticky load all over his fit body. The casting director groaned, biting his lip as he watched Trey come undone. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Trey slumped back in the chair, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
“That was quite the performance, tiger.” The casting director licked his lips, grinning wolfishly. “You’ll do just fine in my films. I think you’re perfect for the gay-for-pay genre. I’d love to get my mouth on that fat cock.”
Trey looked up at him, eyes hazy but still clear. Despite his post-orgasmic glow, the cruel reality of the situation crashed down upon him. This man had just manipulated him, tricking him into giving a lewd solo performance for his own twisted pleasure, all for the chance at some podcast fame.
He thought about the effortless confidence in his eyes, the arrogant smirk on his face. Clearly, he had played this game many times before. And Trey’s naive, doe-eyed self had fallen into his trap like a fly into a web.
Trey’s lips curled into a snarl. “Get fucked,” he spat. He snatched up his clothes and fled from the room, feeling the man’s lewd eyes burning into his backside.
The casting director just laughed as the door slammed shut. He knew he’d get his fill later, one way or another. All the pretty young things had their price, after all.
