Amateur solo stud jerks cock on casting

The sun was setting over the city skyline, casting long shadows across the bustling streets. Amidst the urban jungle, there was a nondescript building, unremarkable from the outside, but harboring a world of secrets within. This was the location of the casting studio, a place where desires were fulfilled and dreams were made or shattered.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation and raw, sexual energy. The suspected stud of the title had come for his casting call, his heart pounding in his chest as he was led to a private room. The walls were adorned with mirrors, reflecting his nervous demeanor back at him from every angle.

As he waited, the tension built, a silence punctuated only by the occasional murmur of voices from beyond the closed door. Finally, it swung open, revealing a stunningly handsome man, his chiseled features exuding confidence and charm. This was the casting director, the man who would decide the aspiring actor’s fate.

“Come in, darling,” the director purred, his voice smooth like velvet. “Let’s have a little chat about your, shall we say, ‘talents’?” His eyes raked over the stud’s body, taking in every detail.

The young man stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a resounding finality. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with the heady scent of cologne and an undercurrent of something more primal.

The director leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the stud’s face. “Tell me, handsome, what brings you here today? What makes you think you have what it takes to make it in this business?”

The stud swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “I… I think I’m good at what I do,” he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been told I’m… talented.”

The director’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Is that so? Well, I’d be happy to help you put that talent to the test. If you’re brave enough, that is.”

With that, he reached out and trailed a finger along the stud’s jawline, his touch electric. The stud shivered under his gaze, his skin prickling with goosebumps. Something stirred inside him, a longing he had never dared to acknowledge before.

The director stood up, moving around the desk with sinuous grace. He stepped closer, invading the stud’s personal space until they were standing mere inches apart. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.

The stud’s heart pounded in his ears as he reached for the hem of his shirt. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled it over his head, exposing his toned chest and rippling abs. He kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his jeans, left only in a pair of tight boxer briefs that left little to the imagination.

The director’s eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight before him. He circled the stud like a predator stalking its prey, his fingers skimming over the firm muscles of his chest and stomach.

“Very nice,” he purred, his breath hot against the stud’s ear. “But I need to see everything.”

With a flash of white teeth, the director hook his fingers into the waistband of the stud’s briefs and tugged them down. The stud’s cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He let out a soft moan as the cool air hit his hot skin.

The director chuckled, low and throaty. “Seems like someone’s excited. Good, that will make things much easier.” He wrapped his hand around the stud’s shaft, his grip firm and steady. The stud gasped, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

“Now, let’s see if you’re as good as you claim to be,” the director murmured. He began to stroke the stud’s cock, his motions slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. The stud’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself in the sensation.

The director’s hand quickened, his grip tightening, his rhythm becoming more and more frantic. The stud’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he felt his release approaching. He was so close, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final stroke, the director brought him over the edge. The stud cried out, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot his load, rope after rope of thick, creamy cum erupting from his slit. The director milked him through it, his hand not stopping until the stud was spent and limp.

Panting, the stud opened his eyes to find the director watching him, a wicked gleam in his eye. He held up his hand, coated in the stud’s seed, and brought it to his lips. He licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste, before leaning forward to claim the stud’s mouth in a searing kiss.

The stud tasted himself on the director’s lips, the flavor musky and masculine. He groaned, his spent cock twitching feebly against the director’s thigh.

When they finally broke apart, the director smiled, slow and seductive. “Very impressive, darling. I think you’ve got what it takes. Welcome to the business.”

And with that, the stud knew his life would never be the same. He had taken the first step on a path that would lead him to fame and fortune, but also to buried desires and secret pleasures. The casting was over, but the real adventures were just beginning.