NextDoorCasting – Bearded Muscle Man’s First Time Fucking A Man On Camera

If there’s one thing Spencer Laval knows, it’s maxing out muscle. The beefcake is a walking, talking anatomical chart, pure brawn and zero fat. And if there’s one other thing Spencer knows, it’s how to use his brawn, his muscles, his sheer physicality. If there’s a third thing Spencer knows, it’s men. Come on, look at him – thick beard, dark hair, tattooed and toned, those intense eyes. He’s pure male. He can smell men. He can spot them a mile away. He can tell which ones are into him. And this one…he can tell this one is really into him.

The man’s name is Max, and he’s got the goods too. First of all, he’s big. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a photogenic face and messy hair. He’s not as beefy as Spencer, but he’s built, in a slim, godlike way. Second of all, he’s into Spencer. Very into him. Spencer can tell by the way Max looks him up and down, the way he drinks in that tattooed chest, that big round ass. Spencer just smiles and beckons him closer.

They’re doing this for fun, this video. Spencer is playing casting director for the day, giving Max a “private screening” to see if he’s right for the role of Spencer’s screen partner. Spencer thinks he is, though. He can tell. Max has the look, the build, the personality Spencer needs. And from the way Max is undressing him with his eyes, he’s definitely got the sexual appetite Spencer needs.

Spencer pats the futon beside him. “What d’you say, Max? Wanna sit, relax, let me get to know you a little better?” His voice is a velvety purr, and Max can’t resist that. Oh no, he’s got no defense against a voice like that, eyes like that, an invitation like that. He sits, and Spencer wastes no time getting closer. He’s in Max’s space. He’s big, up close. Bigger than he thought.

Max’s breath quickens under that visual weight. He starts to sweat in little places. Spencer sees. Spencer notices everything. His eyes are black holes, sucking Max in. He leans in, brings his hands up to Max’s jaw. He holds it, cradles it, and Max preemptively shuts his eyes. Spencer’s chuckle reverberates through skin and bone. “Don’t shut your eyes,” Spencer murmurs. “I want you to see me.”

Max’s eyes open. And he sees. Holy fuck, does he see. Spencer is right there, dark pupils blown open, beard rough, lips soft, smelling like male musk and hard on the cusp of revealing something real. A real hunger, maybe, a real need. Max thinks he’s ready for it, whatever it is. He thinks he wants Spencer. He thinks he wants Spencer so bad.

Spencer waits a moment. He likes them to sweat a little, like Max is sweating now. He likes them to blink those eyes and dart their gaze around the room and wonder if maybe this is all crazy and they shouldn’t do this and…he waits for that moment to pass. And sure enough, Max shakes it off, settles that gaze right on Spencer’s face. He takes a shaky breath. He swallows hard. He’s looking for words, maybe something to say, when Spencer does it.

Yourself round the campus. Spencer is no stranger to the college life, but he’s got a new perspective on it these days. He’s no longer a student; instead, he’s a scout for Next Door Casting, a website specializing in making videos of very special types of auditions. The best part of the job? Singling out nice-looking guys and inviting them to do a private audition, pitting them to read for the role of…Spencer’s on-screen partner in whatever kind of scene Spencer is in the mood for.

Right now, he’s in the mood for fucking. Real fucking. The kind of thorough, sweaty, take-no-prisoners fucking that leaves all parties involved wondering what hit them. He wants to recruit a guy who can take a pounding like a champ and give back just as good. And he’s spotted just the man walking across campus – a young guy with dyed hair, tight jeans, and a look of boldness Spencer recognizes. Spencer gives him a long, slow once-over as he walks by. Then Spencer stands, heaves his bag over his shoulder, and follows, intercepting the guy before he gets to his next class.

Hey there,” Spencer says, putting his most charming smile on. “I couldn’t help but notice you walking by. You’re a very good-looking guy, and I was wondering…”

The student looks up, assessing Spencer with flirty eyes. “Yeah? Wondering what, exactly?”

Spencer smiles wider, puts his hands in his pockets casually. “I work for a film company, and we’re doing some casting. Looking for hot guys like you to star in some upcoming scenes. Nude scenes. Would you be interested in doing a private audition with me?”

The student’s eyes light up. “Nude scenes? With you?” He looks Spencer up and down, lingering on his crotch. “I think it’d be fun to see what you’ve got, hot man. Let’s do this audition.”

Spencer smiles wider still, holding his arm out. “Great. My car’s this way.” (And I haven’t forgotten our conversation. Prepare for the next act.)