“I’m a bit nervous,” the college stud shared, fidgeting with his shirt and giving me a brief flash of his hairy abs before digging into his boxer briefs to adjust his big, thick cock.
“No need to be nervous,” I assured him as I mounted the video camera to a tripod. “I just need you to look at the camera and state your full name and age.”
“Uh—I’m Josh—Josh Delgado,” he recited awkwardly. “I’m twenty-two years old.”
“Good,” I nodded. “And have you ever done any type of porn work before, Josh? Print or video? Gay or straight?”
“No,” he laughed nervously. “I’ve never done any porn before.”
I had spotted Josh earlier that day as he crossed the verdant quad of the prestigious Ivy League campus. His look was exactly what I was seeking. Muscular. Scruffy face. Overtly masculine. And from the bulge in his shorts, I could tell the dude was packing.
“Hey man,” I approached him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Um—sure,” he agreed reluctantly, eyeing me up and down, likely noting that I looked a bit older than the average college student.
“I’m a talent scout for an entertainment company,” I announced, handing him my business card. “I’m wondering if you might be open to doing some—uh—modeling for us.”
“Modeling?” Josh inquired skeptically, glancing at my card.
“Yeah,” I affirmed. “We’re doing a video series on college guys of the Ivy League, and you’ve got the look we want.”
“What kind of videos?” he asked, suspicion in his voice.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, man,” I replied, glancing down at his bulge. “We produce high-quality porn for various pornsites.”
“Shit. Are you serious?” Josh asked, looking around to make sure nobody was listening. “So would I have to—you know—fuck some porn bitch?”
“No,” I dismissed. “We actually produce gay porn.”
“Fuck no, bro,” he spat, pulling away, turning on his heels. “I’m not gay.”
“Dude,” I called out to him urgently. “It pays a shitload of money.”
“How much are we talking?” he stopped in his tracks, turning back towards me.
“It’s $2,500 a scene for a first-timer like you,” I dangled. “We’ll fly you out to LA for a couple of days, all expenses paid in an upscale hotel.”
“Damn,” he exclaimed, his interest suddenly piqued. “But like I said, I’m not gay.”
“Dude. You don’t gave to be gay to do gay porn,” I laughed. “It’s called gay for pay. Half the guys doing gay porn are actually straight and just in it for the cash. Some of our more experienced guys are commanding $4,500 per scene. That could be you one day.”
“Shit. For that kinda easy money,” he mused, “I could be game to fuck a dude. But there’s no fucking way I’m taking it up the ass.”
“You hung?” I asked, eyeing his bulge again.
“Yeah,” Josh replied, a cocky smirk on his face. “It’s pretty big.”
“How big?” I pressed.
“Just over nine—and thick,” he winked.
“Then we would definitely want you to top,” I confirmed.
“Top?” he asked naively.
“You’d be the one sticking your dick in the other guy,” I explained. “So have we got a deal? Because I’d like to screen test you at my hotel next.”
“Your hotel?” Josh winced. “I dunno, bro. This is all sounding kinda sketchy to me. I think I’m out,” he announced trying to hand my business card back to me.
“Dude. It’s all legit,” I tried to assure him, refusing to take back the card. “Look, I’m in town scouting talent for just a few more days. Keep my card. Think it over and hit me up if you wanna drop by my hotel for a quick screen test. We just need to see how you look and act on camera. No big deal.”
“Fine. I’ll think it over,” he said dismissively before taking leave toward the student union.
Josh had most likely slipped from my grasp. Nine out of ten guys end up turning me down, and it’s totally understandable. The prospect of getting a straight dude to fuck another guy on camera—even for a shitload of money—is a hard sell. So I was surprised and delighted when Josh hit me up at a little after 10 pm that night. A mere thirty minutes later, he was standing in my hotel room as I prepared to screen test him.
He confessed to being nervous, as he stood against the wall while I set up the video camera. “I’m Josh—Josh Delgado,” he told the camera as we got started, fidgeting in a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.
“How about you take off your shirt for me, Josh?” I suggested. He dutifully complied, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. Jesus, he had a hot body, with a smattering of fur over his muscular chest and abs.
“You trim your body hair?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he affirmed. “I’m probably due again. I can shave it all off, if you want me smooth.”
“No,” I objected. “The fur looks good on you, especially with your scruffy beard. Can you drop your briefs now for me?”
Averting his eyes, Josh pulled down his briefs, stepping out of them and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Christ, his cock was incredible. Beer can thick and crowned with a fat, rounded head the size of a ripe plum that rested upon a pair of egg-sized balls. It was more than six inches flaccid.
“Can you get it hard for me?” I asked.
“Um—yeah,” he agreed, tugging on his cock while trying unsuccessfully to get erect. “I’m sorry,” he shrugged embarrassingly. “I usually don’t have this problem. I’m just, like, really nervous.”
“Dude. Don’t apologize,” I comforted him. “A lot of guys are gun shy the first time they have to get off on camera.”
“You—you want me to get myself off? For the camera?” he asked with hesitation.
“Absolutely,” I affirmed. “We need to see your cum shot, or as we call it in the business—the money shot.”
Stepping into the frame, I reached out to give him a hand—literally. His thick cock jumped at my touch, growing in length and girth as I slowly jacked him.
“Damn, you are big,” I marveled when he was fully hard, nine and a half inches in length, the head engorged with a drop of precum at the tip.
“I told you,” Josh winked. “It’s a pussy splitter.”
Instinctively, I dropped to my knees, turning our bodies so that we were both in profile for the camera. Gripping his thick cock by the base, my palm pressed against his balls, I took him down my throat in one gulp, my jaw nearly unhinged to accommodate his girth.
“Fuuuck,” Josh exhaled, his head rolling back as I treated him to some slow, deliberate strokes, my tongue teasing the underside of his ample shaft. “You know how to suck a dick.”
“Lots of practice,” I winked, releasing his cock before tonguing and sucking his balls.
“Suck me some more,” he begged as I tongued the hairy patch just under his balls, driving him insane.
“No,” I refused, standing up and retrieving a bottle of lube I had left at the base of the tripod. “You’re gonna fuck my ass now.”
“I’m not—I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Josh stammered as I lubed up my hole, readying it for his big dick. “I’ve never—”
“Josh,” I interrupted. “If you want to make a shitload of money doing gay porn, you’re gonna have to learn to fuck a dude. You might as well start now.”
Bending over in profile to the camera, my hands braced against my thighs, I presented my eager hole to Josh—and waited. He stood frozen, anchored to the ground with his hand over his face as he seemingly talked himself into fucking me. Yet his cock was still rock hard and needed no convincing.
“Fuck it,” he finally blurted out, stepping forward and preparing to mount me. “Let’s fucking do this.”
Josh grabbed me by the hips as his cock head found the puckered folds of my cunt. I felt the first blush of pressure as he breached my tight sphincter and then—WHAM—Josh pushed all nine and a half inches of his thick cock into me in one, violent thrust.
“CHRIST,” I gasped, a white-hot flash of pain surging through my body. “You’re so fucking big.”
“What’s the problem?” Josh laughed a bit sadistically. “I thought you gay dudes love a big dick.”
With his hands moving to my shoulders, Josh dug in and began a violent assault on my ass. The initial pain had subsided, and I was reveling in the fullness of his big cock inside of me. I had to admit that the guy had some serious moves, alternating his depth and rhythm as he fucking owned my ass. He fucked with an animalistic intensity that would, no doubt, become his signature style in the world of porn.
“Fuck. I’m getting close,” Josh announced urgently while trying to slow his pace. “You want me to back off a bit—go for longer?”
“No,” I begged, unsure of how much more my wrecked hole could take. “Go ahead and shoot your wad. But you need to pull out and let the camera capture your cum shot,” I directed.
Obediently, Josh began to jackhammer me furiously, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. “Oh FUCK—SHIT,” he growled as he pulled out and shot rope after rope of his warm jizz up my back and all over my ass before shoving his big dick back inside me, gifting me the last of his seed.
“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned as his balls reached empty. Josh then pulled out, leaving a gaping hole in his wake, a dribble of his cum sliding down the back of my ball sack.
“You think that was good enough?” Josh asked, reaching for his briefs on the floor and using them to clean off his wet, spent cock. “You think they’ll want to hire me?”
“Yeah,” I answered, gasping for breath as I attempted to stand upright once more. “I have no doubt they’re gonna make you an offer after watching this screen test. You were fucking incredible.”
“Thanks,” he said sheepishly, suddenly an awkward college guy again. “Do you—uh—do you think it might help if we submitted some additional footage?”
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” I lied selfishly, eyeing his hard cock, which had yet to go soft. “How about you fuck me on the bed this time?” I suggested, flat on my back and spreading my legs at the edge of the hotel bed for him.
“But don’t we need the camera?” Josh asked, gesturing to the tripod that faced the other way.
“Oh—right—of course,” I replied, fetching the camera and angling it toward the bed. Josh gripped his big cock and eagerly mounted my cummy hole, fucking me like the pornstar he was soon to be.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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