Model's Passionate Interview

When Dean walked into my office, I gasped. This 23-year-old blond, blue-eyed guy had an impressive physique honed through rigorous training. He wore a sleeveless top and athletic shorts, which accentuated his muscles in a sexy way. He clearly knew how to highlight his assets.

I sat at the back of the office, scrutinizing him with my usual sharp eyes. He seemed a little nervous, his hands nervously rubbing his buttocks and thighs. His forearms were as thick as wooden stakes, his fingers strong and powerfully bent. And on the inner thighs, there was a prominent bulge, like a hill; I could guess his penis was about 20 centimeters long, maybe even larger. As he slowly walked to my desk, I could almost feel the heat emanating from him—it made my blood boil, and within seconds, my penis was erect for several inches.

He smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Sieg."

"Please sit down, call me Stephen." I gestured for him to sit, picked up his file and pretended to analyze it, then said, "Dean, may I call you that?"

"Yes, Mr. Sieg, oh! I meant Stephen." He smiled sheepishly.

"It's alright." Of course, it's alright.

I continued to scrutinize him. He sat before me like a statue, exuding the scent of sunshine and the sea. His skin was tanned and sexy, contrasting with his short blond hair, making him look like the Greek god Apollo. Facing my gaze, he seemed a little unsure what to do, his eyes frequently glancing around before returning to my gaze.

"I'm here for the second interview, you know," he whispered, as if afraid I'd forgotten.

I smiled, "Of course, I know, that's why I'm here too, isn't it?" He smiled back. His smile was as dazzling as the sun, keeping me constantly excited.

I stood up and walked to the other end of the office, where a large poster hung. I pointed to the figures above and said, "Dean, I think you know we've invested a lot in this film, so we hope to find a truly suitable actor to play the role of 'Golden Boy.'"

"Yes, Stephen," he nodded.

"There were over two thousand people auditioning, almost all of them bodybuilders or models. We selected 10 for a second round of auditions," I paused slightly, "and you're one of them."

"I'm very grateful for this opportunity to prove I can be even more like Golden Boy than Golden Boy himself," he said confidently with a smile.

"I believe you can, but you have to prove him right now." I opened the door to the next room. "Change into Golden Boy's clothes first, then come out and let me see you."

Dean walked in confidently, his 185cm height and muscular build making him feel no inferiority as he passed by me. I greedily inhaled the air molecules left behind as he passed, then returned to my seat before my penis burst through my pants.

After he closed the door, I immediately turned on the computer on the table, and a few seconds later, the screen showed Dean changing clothes. I had set up a small camera next door beforehand to make sure I didn't miss any exciting shots. Dean was the last stud to audition, and I must admit he was sexier and more handsome than any of the previous ones.

I watched Dean take off his shirt and shorts, revealing his alluring naked body. He wasn't wearing underwear, which explained the obvious shape of his penis. I couldn't help but lick my lips; his penis, as I expected, hung between his legs like a pipe, about 12 centimeters long, and with proper stimulation, it would definitely become enormous. At this moment, my penis was already erect like a conductor's baton, and a lot of hot fluid was flowing out. I

watched Dean put on the exaggeratedly revealing and sexy costume of "Golden Boy," and stand in front of the mirror adjusting the position of his penis, revealing his charming smile, and turning to leave after confirming everything was ready. I immediately turned off the screen and smiled as I watched him open the door and walk out.

As he said, he was even more like the Golden Boy than the Golden Boy himself, as if a fantasy character had come to life before my eyes. I looked at him admiringly and gave him an affirmative smile.

"I don't think I'll disappoint you," Dean smiled, flexing his muscles in a few muscular poses. It made me want to bite him. His penis, under the tight costume, jutted out exaggeratedly, as if he were wearing underwear. I should design a nude scene of the Golden Boy being raped so I could see him naked.

"What do you think, Stephen?" Dean laughed, flexing his abdominal muscles, a movement that made his genitals even more exposed to my gaze.

"I think you did a great job, Dean," I smiled.

"So, does that mean I got the role?" He seemed a little too eager.

I tried to curb his premature confidence. "You know we take this movie very seriously; we've invested more than ever before, so I have to be quite careful. And your co-star is also very good, which means I have to take my time in making the choice." I looked at him.

"I believe I'm more suited for this role than anyone else, Stephen, and I eagerly await your approval!"

"You really want this role that much?" My voice held a hint of doubt.

"Yes, one hundred percent!" he said enthusiastically, walking towards me and placing his hands on the desk. This movement made his upper body muscles tense, almost bursting out of his form-fitting costume.

"Then I think I need to get to know you better. I don't think that'll be a problem, will it?"

Dean's eyes showed a hint of doubt. "Sorry, Stephen, I don't understand what you mean?"

"I mean your work ethic, your outlook on life, and things like that. We need more than just a muscle-bound guy."

"Of course, I'm sure you'll appreciate me." Dean smiled confidently. And sure enough, my penis was about to erupt!

"Then let's be honest with each other. So," I continued, "Dean, take off your costume."

"Okay." He nodded, preparing to go to the next room.

“Wait a minute,” I stopped him, “take it off right here.”

The big guy hesitated for a moment before laughing, “Excuse me, Stephen?”

“You heard me, take it off here, don’t tell me again.” I spoke deliberately slowly and authoritatively to hide the embarrassment of my erection.

“This…I…” He seemed a little unsure of what to do, looking at me warily and awkwardly, “I thought we were going to have a proper talk.”

“That’s right, we are going to,” I emphasized the double entendre, “to be completely naked, aren’t we?” I got up and walked towards him, making no attempt to hide my excitement. The handsome guy acted as if he had never seen a man erect before, taking two steps back and almost knocking over the statue on the fireplace mantel.

“I think you’re really keen on getting this role, unless you were just saying that.”

“Stephen, I really want this role.” His voice was no longer as strong as before, as if he might faint at any moment.

"Then you'll have to beat the other opponents ahead of you. They've all done quite well. Now let me see how you perform." I reached out and unbuttoned my shirt. "Take your clothes off. Let me see what you have."

He paused for five seconds before slowly raising his hands, his movements as deliberate as if in slow motion. First, he removed his cloak and shoulder ornaments, then his shirt, and finally his belt, preparing to pull down the last layer of clothing. I watched the man before me like a leopard poised for its prey, as if he might vanish like smoke in the next instant.

I approached him, admiringly stroking his strong arms, smooth, rounded chest, and crisscrossing abdominal muscles, letting out a soft gasp. His body was as solid as steel, brimming with youthful elasticity and heat, especially his buttocks, which were completely free of any excess fat. Just imagining the tightness and pleasure of penetration made my semen almost gush from my glans.

"Are you still a virgin?" He shook his head.

"Have you ever been with a man?" He shook his head again.

He seemed at a loss, and his penis showed no reaction whatsoever. But that's alright, I'll teach him properly. I threw the remaining fabric on the ground, and we were completely naked facing each other. I grabbed Dean's hand and cupped it over my large pectoral muscles, rubbing it back and forth.

"You have a pretty good body," he said hoarsely, as if struggling to squeeze it out of his throat, "and your dick is pretty big too."

He watched as my penis pressed against his genitals, a pool of clear fluid dripping from the glans and hanging to the ground. I smeared some pre-ejaculate with my fingers and then rubbed it slowly on his glans. Dean seemed to enjoy the stimulation, tilting his head back and gurgling softly. I watched as his penis gradually hardened in my hand, quickly exceeding 20 centimeters. I grasped his penis with my right hand and rubbed it back and forth, with about ten centimeters still sticking out.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dean frowned, looking at me with a slightly melancholy gaze. He seemed excited, and his hands began to knead my nipples. His grip was strong; my nipples were immediately pinched until they were red and swollen, like two plump raisins.

"How does it feel?" I asked hoarsely.

"It's a bit strange... very comfortable, different from masturbation and regular sex. I think it's the angle."

I pressed his head down and sucked on my nipples first—I was afraid that sucking on his penis too soon would frighten him into fainting—he didn't resist, sucking on my chest like a baby. His movements were not only rough, but he also bit with his teeth, making me feel both pleasure and pain.

My hand continued to rub his penis, while my other hand reached behind him, sliding down his sensitive back. His back was thick like a sand dune, undulating with perfect lines. My fingers continued to slide down, past the ridge of his tailbone, to the mysterious valley between his buttocks. I explored that smooth, moist area with my fingers, rubbing back and forth against the taut muscles of his opening. His buttocks tensed and relaxed with his breathing, full of resistance to the first visit of my fingers. This was exactly what I wanted—a challenging forbidden zone for heterosexual men.

I pressed Dean's head down further, grasped his erect penis, and prepared to insert it into his thin lips. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty and disgust, then slowly squatted down, examining my penis back and forth in front of him.

I whispered, "I don't think I need to remind you, everyone else is doing much better than you are now."

Only then did he reluctantly kiss the head of my penis with his lips, tentatively running his tongue over my shaft. My penis was already dripping with musky fluid and burning red-hot like a branding iron, covered with tangled veins. I held his head in one hand and my penis in the other, and inserted the large, over 25-centimeter-long rod into his mouth myself.

"Oh! Yes! That's it! Great! Dean! Suck me, harder!"

Although Dean was hesitant and inexperienced, his oral sex was truly top-notch, full of youthful vigor and power, like the finish line of a 100-meter race. He sucked my penis like a pump, making popping sounds in his mouth. My musky fluid was completely drained by him. His body heat eagerly enveloped my penis, his tongue swirling around the glans, as if wanting more.

"You're really something, Dean!" I held his head, thrusting my hips forward, inserting my penis deep into his mouth, making him feel like he was about to vomit. But I ignored his pain and continued to push my penis forward. Tears streamed from his eyes from the pain, and he made muffled gagging sounds, his strong arms trying to push me away. But this only excited me more. What could be more exciting than dominating such a masculine man?

His resistance to my hands was like a vise, forcing me to slow my thrusts and pull my penis slightly out of his mouth to make him feel more comfortable. But I didn't let him go. I cupped his handsome face and slid down to the base of my penis, making him take my testicles into his mouth. He swallowed one at a time, swirling them in his mouth with his tongue, then spat them out and swallowed the other. His rough movements excited me, and I spread my hips, letting him lick my hairy area from below.

He hesitated at first, but then immediately started digging around my opening like a groundhog. He seemed to have learned the knack of pleasing me. His tongue first slid around my anus, making smacking sounds, then he pushed the tip of his tongue into my opening, swirling it around inside. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure and half-squatted, spreading my hips to allow his tongue to penetrate even deeper. He lay between my legs, his penis erect, his handsome face facing my sensitive opening, diligently serving me, making me feel like a king.

"Yes, Dean, so good, oh oh oh! Suck harder! Yes, oh oh oh! So good!"

I leaned down and thrust my penis into his mouth again, my hips moving up and down, my hands grabbing his hard penis and shoving it all into my mouth.

"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!"

Dean's body jolted as if electrocuted, as if he had never experienced such unimaginable oral sex before. I licked his shaft and red glans back and forth, sucking the viscous fluid like a baby. His penis was like that of a horse, a full 25 centimeters long and 10 centimeters thick, covered with protruding veins, red like a torch. I gave him a perfect blowjob, and from his pleasurable moans I knew he was enjoying it, so I thrust even harder into his lower body.

"Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh! Ahhhh! Ohhh!"

After a series of intense spasms, I ejaculated a large amount of semen into his mouth. Dean immediately pulled my penis out and spat out my semen.

"Swallow it!" I shouted.

Dean looked at me with displeasure, but under my gaze, he finally gave in, closing his eyes and quickly swallowing every last drop of semen. However, almost half of the semen shot onto his neck and face. I spread it and smeared it on Dean's glans, rotating it like a gear shifter. Dean convulsed in disbelief, letting out an extremely excited gasp, staring at me with wide eyes.

"That was amazing! Ohhh! How did you do that? Ohhh!" Dean writhed on the ground like a dying animal, his muscles undulating like waves. With just a flick of my finger, I could manipulate this burly man at will. I increased the speed of my flicking and applied more saliva, giving Dean unprecedented pleasure. Just before his desire reached its peak, I switched to thrusting my penis up and down faster. Soon he let out a beastly howl, his glans becoming red and engorged as if it were about to explode.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ohh! Ahhh!"

I immediately lowered my head and took his glans into my mouth, swallowing every drop of his semen, letting the hot, viscous liquid flow into my body, becoming a part of me.

Dean, utterly exhausted, closed his eyes, his muscles heaving violently with each breath. I admired his strong, alluring body, tenderly wiping the sweat from his face. His penis, after ejaculation, gradually shrank, leaving a pool of unreleased white fluid. I scraped up his semen with my finger and brought it to his mouth.

"Swallow it!"

He sucked on my finger as if it were another penis. He seemed to be gradually learning male pleasure and enjoying it. I didn't know if he was ready, but my penis was already eager, ready for the next assault!

"What are you doing?"

He looked at me in disbelief and struggled as I stood in front of him and lifted his strong legs. His legs were as thick and powerful as two pillars, and it took me a lot of effort to hold them under my arms. He desperately tried to lift his upper body to grab my hands, but before he could, I had already lifted his legs high and dragged his massive body onto the sofa.

"The real show is about to begin." I spread his strong legs, exposing his anus to me. His anus was as smooth as his body, his pink hole taut, opening and closing slightly with his breath.

"Please, no." He pleaded almost desperately, his face filled with terror. I watched his expression with satisfaction, spat on my penis, then spat again and smeared it around his anus. Although I had slept with the previous guys at the audition, none of them excited me like Dean. I think it was because he was 100% heterosexual, and his anus had never been visited.

"No, please stop!" Dean pleaded one last time, followed by a painful howl. His brow furrowed, every muscle in his body tense. God! My penis was almost crushed by his anus! His hole was like a suction cup, clinging to me, making it almost impossible for me to move. A surge of intense pleasure coursed through my glans, the warmth of his body enveloping my penis. I felt the world spinning as my penis passed through Dean's anus and began to thrust inside. It felt so good it was almost unreal!

I tried to distract myself, quickening my movements, otherwise I might ejaculate from his anus in no time. Dean didn't stop resisting; his anus was taut like a vise, his hands trying to push me out, but that only made him hurt more. The more pained and powerless he was, the more excited I became. I stood on the sofa, letting Dean lean against the edge, and thrust straight into his tight hole from above. He bounced on the floor in agony like a shrimp, begging me to stop, saying he'd do anything for me. God knows what I wanted most was to fuck him like this every day until I got tired of his body. That was impossible right now.

With each thrust, I could clearly see his penis begin to swell, and a thick fluid oozed from the glans. He was still groaning, but to me it sounded like a sign of pleasure. "Put your hand on your dick and masturbate for me!" I commanded loudly. Dean reluctantly grasped his penis and began thrusting. I swear, in just one minute, his penis had grown five or six centimeters larger. Sex with a man seemed to make him more masculine, and that excited me enough to fuck him all day long.

As his penis became erect, his anus tightened, coiling around my genitals like a python. I sped up, wanting to satisfy Dean's thirsty little hole all at once. With my entry, Dean twisted his body to meet my penis, allowing me to fully insert the protruding part into his body—a good ten centimeters more! I churned that thick rod, making Dean howl with excitement. I believe he was experiencing sex more wildly than ever before, his penis swollen and red like a hot dog, and lustful fluid gushed from his glans like a mountain spring, soaking his lower abdomen and chest.

"Oh! Ahh! Ohhh! Ahhh! I'm going to cum! Ohhh! Stephen! Oh! God! Ohhh!" Dean's penis stood erect like a thick log, his handsome face filled with disbelief, his brows furrowed in melancholy, reaching an orgasm he had never imagined. I thrust even deeper into him, stimulating his chestnut-sized prostate.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh! Ahhh! Ohhh! Ahhh!"

White, hot liquid shot out again from Dean's swollen glans, spraying onto his chest and handsome face. He closed his eyes tightly, licked the semen around his mouth with his tongue, and breathed weakly. His forehead was covered in a glistening, sexy sweat, his chest gleaming under the light, his muscles heaving and clenching violently, as if he had never made love before.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm coming! Ohhh!"

During ejaculation, Dean's anus clamped down on my penis like a vise. I broke through his last resistance and thrust my penis in again. An indescribable pleasure surged from the glans, finally bringing my semen to its limit. It gushed from my red glans into his burning body, offering my essence completely to this young god.

"Ahhh! Ah! Ohhh!"

I howled like a beast, thrusting my penis in even harder, so that my semen could penetrate deeper into his burning body. My penis gushed hot liquid like a fountain, even flowing out of Dean's anus, forming a viscous pool on the ground. I frantically squeezed his anus, ensuring my penis was fully satisfied inside. Dean clenched his anus, allowing me to be completely enveloped by his body heat.

After the last drop of semen spurted out, I slumped down, releasing Dean's legs and collapsing weakly onto the sofa. My penis was covered in white semen and yellow excrement from Dean's anus. I looked triumphantly at the muscular man before me, who lay limply on the sofa, panting as if suffocating, too much semen flowing from his anus, almost drowning him.

Then I got up, dressed, and returned to my desk to handle some paperwork. Dean had already changed into his old clothes next door and came up to me with the same radiant smile as before. He seemed even more masculine after the sex, and his penis appeared even larger.

"Stephen, I wonder if I passed the second round of interviews?" he asked.

I looked at him. "Of course, you're the perfect choice for this play!"

"Thank you so much!" he said, shaking my hand warmly.

"I'm sure I can portray the Golden Boy very well!" Of course, I thought, especially when he fell into the hands of other men.

[The End]

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