Porn Auditions – Spezial 1980
It was a sweltering afternoon when I entered the studio, the thick humidity clinging to my skin like a moist second layer. I had seen the online ad seeking “fresh faces” for a new “special project.” Being a struggling actor, I jumped at the opportunity for any work, even if the exclusive, password-protected page hinted at raunchier content. “Well, if it’s porn, at least it’s a paycheck,” I thought imperceptibly, masking my trepidation with a confident stride.
The studio entrance was unmarked, the metal door weathered and drab. I checked my phone, confirmed the address, and knocked tentatively. A stern, middle-aged man glowing under harsh fluorescent lights cracked open the door. “Yes?” he questioned gruffly, his eyes skimming over my form. I flashed my most winning smile. “I’m here for the, uh, special project audition? My name is Jake.”
Grunting, he let me in, motioning for me to follow. The cramped space was littered with dusty film equipment, and the gaping hole of a defunct camera leered at me impassively. The man, who I assumed was the director, gestured to a worn sofa tucked in the corner and thumbed through a stack of papers.
“Alright, Jake. You’re a new face, so for today’s audition, I’ll need you to do a strip-tease and masturbate, natural-like.” My eyes widening, I glanced around the room, seeking some sign that I’d misheard him. There was none. The director’s gaze drilled into me expectantly.
“Um, what- what did you say?” I stammered, trying to buy time. A small, amused snort escaped him, and he cocked an eyebrow. “You heard me, boy. If you want the job, I need to see what you’re working with. Same drill as all the other fellas.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly bone-dry. This was really happening. There was no backing out now. I wanly nodded, stepping into the center of the small space. As I reached for the hem of my shirt, I caught the director eyeing my crotch with genuine interest. Flushing, I peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it aside.
Next, my jeans. With trembling hands, I undid the button and zipper, shoving them down my legs until I stood clad only in my underwear. These I kept on for a moment longer, mustering my courage. When I heard a sharp, impatient cough, I knew I’d pushed it as far as I dared.
Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I shoved my underwear down, letting my semi-flaccid cock spring free. Uncertain, I reached down to stroke myself to full mast. A few tugs and I was fully erect, my cock standing at attention. I heard a dim murmur of approval and glanced cautiously at the director. His face was impassive, but his eyes were avid as they traveled up and down my exposed body.
Feeling a roiling wave of self-consciousness, I looked away, pouring all my concentration into the task at hand. I resumed stroking myself with slow, steady motions, trying to imagine myself somewhere else, anywhere else. But soon, as the erotic tension in the room mounted, I found myself forgetting about the aliens and fantasizing myself into the context.
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The director sat frozen, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on my hands as they worked my shaft. Soft grunts of exertion punctuated the heavy silence, my cock beginning to leak with arousal. Casting furtive glances at the unmoving director, I felt a tingle of…exhilaration? His intense, unwavering attention was electric, the thought that I was turning him on sending a rush of headiness to my brain.
I gave my cock a hard, quick tug, savoring the sensation of my now-gigantic cock in my hands, and I felt my eyes start to roll back, as I near orgasm, began pumping faster more and faster until I felt a warm gush on webcam, my vision grew blurry, everything was fuzzy as I spray the cum all over the screen.
“Alright, that’ll do. Now get dressed.” His voice was a low rasp, thick with arousal. As I hastily pulled on my clothes, my skin still tingling, I gathered my wits enough to cast him a sidelong glance. He was palming himself through his jeans hungrily, his own cock clearly erect. Instinctively, I felt a thrill of power. I, with my real huge drill cock, able to bring this notorious, worldly porn director to his knees.
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