Casting Antonio Aguilera
It was just another day at the casting agency. Dozens of hopeful porn stars lined up, waiting for their chance to show off their bodies and fetishes before the casting agents. One candidate in particular caught the eye of the producers: Antonio Aguilera, with his chiseled jaw, bulging muscles, and confident swagger.
As Antonio strode into the casting room, the energy in the space shifted. He stood tall and proud, surveying the scene with a knowing smirk. The casting director, a curvy blonde MILF with a tight pencil skirt, sized him up appreciatively. “So, Antonio, tell us a little about yourself,” she purred.
Antonio stretched languidly, his shirt riding up to reveal his impeccable abs. “Well, I’m 32, I work out every day, and I love touching myself,” he said with a wink. “But I really come alive when I’m with other guys. There’s just something about a big, hard cock that gets me going.”
The casting director bit her lip, perspiration starting to form on her upper lip. She gestured to a pile of props on a nearby table. “Why don’t you show us what you can do then? Get creative.”
Antonio walked over to where a dildo and a bottle of lube lay waiting. Setting the bottle on the table, he popped the cap with a smirk. Slowly, he poured some of the slick substance onto his fingers. “Well, well, isn’t that just the prettiest sight,” he said, his voice dripping with lust.
Zooming in on his tanned, expert fingers as he picks up the dildo, smearing the lube comprehensively along its length. The rubber tool is definitely on the larger side – and the prospect of taking that thick shaft up his arse has Antonio’s cock swelling obscenely in his jeans. His balls draw tight, glistening beads of pre-cum visible at the tip of his cock through the denim.
Leaning back on the casting couch, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulls them down with agonizing slowness, revealing more and more of that delicious V. Until, finally, his monumental cock springs out, slapping wetly against his taut belly.
Reaching back to spread his own tight cheeks, Antonio slowly pushes the dildo into his hot, sweet hole. A long, low moan grows in his throat as his hips undulate on the thick toy, plunging it deeper with each pass. His balls churn and sway with the force of his movements, the obscene sounds of his slick hole being violated filling the room.
And then he’s flipping it, working the dildo faster and harder as his other hand flies to his weeping cock. Antonio throws back his head and cries out in ecstasy, hot, thick ropes of spunk firing out of him in a crazy arc. He keeps working the dildo in his ass as he does, drawing out his explosive climax until his balls are empty, his cock spent and flaccid against his thigh.
“Oh my,” the casting director murmured appreciatively, her cheeks flushed. “Very impressive indeed. We’ll be in touch.”
As Antonio left the casting room, his muscles gleaming with sweat, he couldn’t help but grin to himself. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he saw the inside of a porn set. And he couldn’t wait to get his hands on that casting director, too.
