Handsome solo jock wanks cock on casting

The Casting Room: A Handsome Jock Gets Hot and Heavy

In the steamy confines of a dimly lit casting room, a handsome young jock paces back and forth, his chiseled muscles rippling beneath his tight t-shirt. He runs a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, his blue eyes darting nervously around the space. This is his big chance, his ticket to stardom – and he’s determined not to blow it.

As he waits for the casting director to arrive, he takes a moment to survey his surroundings. The room is sparse, save for a worn leather couch and a few strategically placed cameras. He can feel their lenses boring into him, capturing every minute movement for posterity. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

Suddenly, the door swings open and in walks the casting director, a striking woman with an air of authority that commands attention. She takes a seat on the couch, crossing her long legs and fixing him with an intense stare. “Well, well,” she purrs, her voice like silk. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

The jock feels his cheeks flush at the compliment, but he quickly regains his composure. “Thanks,” he says with a cocky grin. “I try to keep in shape.”

The casting director lets out a low laugh, her eyes traveling the length of his body. “I can see that,” she murmurs. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got. Strip.”

The command catches him off guard, but he doesn’t hesitate to comply. He peels off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso that is the stuff of fantasies. His abs are perfectly defined, his pecs round and firm. He tosses the shirt aside and moves on to his pants, unzipping them slowly and letting them drop to the floor.

Now clad in just a pair of tight boxer briefs, he can feel the casting director’s eyes burning into him. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband and looks at her expectantly. “Like this?” he asks, his voice low and sultry.

She nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Keep going,” she instructs, her voice husky with desire.

He slips his thumbs under the elastic at his hips and slowly drags the briefs down, revealing his impressive manhood inch by tantalizing inch. It springs free, already semi-erect and growing harder by the second under her heated gaze.

Now completely naked, he stands before her, all lean muscle and steely resolve. She leans forward, her eyes locked on his cock. “Touch yourself,” she commands. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Without hesitation, he wraps a hand around his shaft, his fingers meshing in the silky skin. He strokes himself slowly at first, his hand gliding up and down the impressive length. His breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.

The casting director watches, entranced, as his cock swells and hardens under his touch. He squeezes his shaft, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head. A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, and he swipes it away with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth, sucking it off with a groan.

“Faster,” the casting director demands, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see you lose control.”

He obliges, his hand moving over his cock in a blur of motion. His strokes are long and hard, his grip tight enough to make his knuckles turn white. He bites his lip, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure builds inside him.

His other hand moves to his balls, cupping and caressing them as he continues to pump his shaft. He can feel them tightening, drawing up close to his body as his orgasm approaches.

“Don’t stop,” the casting director breathes, her own hand moving between her legs to rub at her aching core. “I want to see you come.”

He’s too far gone to reply, lost in a haze of lust and desperation. With a guttural moan, he unleashes a torrent of come, his cock pulsing and twitching as stream after stream of hot, sticky fluid splatters onto the floor.

The casting director watches, enthralled, as he rides out the waves of his climax. When he’s finally finished, he collapses back onto the couch, his chest heaving and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

The casting director stands up, her eyes predatory as she stalks towards him. “You’ve impressed me,” she says, her voice low and thick with desire. “The job is yours.”

And with that, she pounces, pinning him to the couch and claim his mouth in a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless and aching for more.

But that, my friends, is a story for another day. For now, let’s just say that this handsome jock landed the role of a lifetime – one that will likely involve a lot more casting couch shenanigans in the future.