VIP - After Hours

Jacob Peterson steps into the audition, nerves buzzing like live wires. Jimmy Durano sizes him up with a predator's gaze. 'Your job is to make me cum,' Jimmy says, voice low and commanding. He approves of the whole package—Jacob's lean frame, those furry pecs—but the kid needs guidance. They swap roles. Jimmy peels off his clothes down to a snug jockstrap, his smooth muscles catching the light, rippling with every deliberate move. Seduction pours from him like a siren's call. Jacob fidgets, eyes locked on the prize, body aching to reach out but hands frozen in hesitation. Jimmy simplifies it. He unleashes a massive, curving erection, thick and throbbing with promise. Grabbing one of Jacob's hairy pecs, he nods—suck. Jacob obeys, lips wrapping around the heat, tongue swirling with growing hunger. Jimmy's craving intensifies. He craves that tight, firm ass. He dives in first with a deep, wet rim job, tongue probing and lapping until Jacob gasps, panting hard. His hole slicks up, relaxes, primed for the invasion. Jimmy pounces, slamming Jacob to the floor. He skewers him deep—balls-deep thrusts in and out, relentless rhythm pounding pleasure through them both. Jacob shifts, mounting Jimmy's cock like a rider claiming his steed. He leans back, eyes fluttering shut in a hazy cum fantasy all his own. Then he slides off, dropping to devour Jimmy's explosive load, hot spurts filling his mouth. Job well done. They seal it with a scorching make-out, tongues tangling in sweaty bliss.