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Title: The Big Dick Check – A Wicked Tale of Passion and Pleasure

The casting room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. A lone chair sat in the center, waiting for its next occupant. Behind the camera, director Dante sat smoking a cigar, his eyes scanning the script in his hands. He was looking for something special today, and he had a feeling he’d found it.

There was a knock at the door, and Dante called out, “Enter.”

The door creaked open and in walked Vinnie, a tall, muscled Italian stallion with a smirk on his face and a bulge in his jeans. He strode over to the chair, taking a seat and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Vinnie, huh?” Dante asked, stubbing out his cigar. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Not much to tell,” Vinnie replied, leaning back in the chair. “I’m an electrician by day, but I’ve got a bit of an itch that needs scratching in my downtime, if you know what I mean.”

Dante chuckled, his eyes roaming over Vinnie’s body. He could certainly understand that. “Well, we might just be able to help you with that. But we need to make sure you’ve got what it takes first.”

Vinnie raised an eyebrow. “What, you want me to whip it out right here?”

Dante shrugged. “Maybe. Let’s start with a little striptease, see what we’re working with.”

With a grin, Vinnie stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abs that looked like they’d been carved from stone. He let the shirt fall to the ground, then hooked his thumbs into his belt loops. Slowly, teasingly, he peeled off his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles.

Dante felt his breath catch in his throat as Vinnie stood there in nothing but a pair of tight gray boxer briefs. The bulge straining against the fabric was impressive, to say the least. Vinnie noticed Dante’s gaze and smirked, reaching down to rub himself through the thin fabric.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Fuck yes,” Dante growled. “Now take those off and let me get a better look.”

Vinnie obliged, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down inch by inch. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and pointing straight at the camera. Dante licked his lips, his own pants feeling far too tight.

“Now, get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

To his surprise, Vinnie shook his head, his smirk never wavering. “I’m not some submissive little twink, boss. If you want to see what I can do, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

Dante felt a thrill of excitement run through him. He liked a guy with a little fight in him. “Alright, fair enough. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got then, Vinnie? Impress me.”

Vinnie wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, pumping lazily. “I thought you’d never ask,” he purred. He spiraled his hand up and down his length, lingering on the sensitive head every few strokes. Dante watched, enraptured, as Vinnie brought himself closer and closer to the edge.

Just when he thought Vinnie might actually cum, the other man pulled away, his cock throbbing and wet with pre-cum. “Not bad,” Dante murmured approvingly. “But I think you can do better.”

Vinnie took a step forward, his cock bobbing with each movement. “Oh, I can do a lot better,” he promised. He reached out, grabbing Dante by the collar of his shirt and pulling him to his feet. Before Dante could protest, Vinnie’s lips were on his, kissing him hard and deep.

Dante melted into the kiss, all thoughts of directing and professionalism flying out the window. He wrapped his arms around Vinnie’s muscled body, pulling him closer. Vinnie’s hands roamed over Dante’s back, slipping under his shirt to trace the lines of his spine.

They broke apart only to gasp for air, their foreheads pressed together. “Fuck,” Dante breathed. “You’re not like any of the others.”

Vinnie grinned, his eyes dark with lust. “And you’re not like any of the bosses I’ve had before. I like that.”

Dante bit his lip, his mind racing with possibilities. “What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable, Vinnie? I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

“Do you think you can handle it?” Vinnie asked, his voice a low growl.

Dante met his gaze, fire in his eyes. “Try me.”

It was late by the time Dante finally kicked Vinnie out of his apartment. The other man had fucked him in every way imaginable, leaving him exhausted and utterly satisfied. As he watched Vinnie leave, a sly grin spread across his face. He’d found what he was looking for today, and then some.

He knew the casting call had brought in plenty of other men, but none of them held a candle to Vinnie. He’d have to make sure to send the others a script, then schedule another meeting for him and Vinnie – one without a camera involved this time. They had a lot more to explore together.

Dante collapsed onto his bed, his body aching in the best way possible. It had been a long, hard day, but it had been worth every moment. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but grin to himself, already looking forward to round two with his new favorite star.|