I automatically like a guy whose name is Asker. It satisfies the "Sir" in me. "Ask and you shall receive," I always say. So, when this hot stud came to audition, I was already primed to like him. Then he confides that he's a dancer, who loves to preform. Not to stereotype, but I'm getting that he might be pretty flexible. Of course, him being a hottie with a fair bit of scruff helped too. Now that the small talk was out of the way, I jumped out from behind the camera and got a good lip lock on him. He was not at all passive, he jumped right to his knees and in moments, we both had our shirts off, rubbing chests. He worked his mouth down to my nips, and gave them some good attention before working his way down to my crotch. I could feel his warm breath through my denim. Then his teeth pressing against my growing cock. You really have to admire a guy who can open your pants with just his mouth. Then he wrapped his warm throat around my cock, and I think my eyes rolled back. Most guys have a hard time making it past three quarters of the length of my shaft, but his lips definitely got tickled by my fur. He kicked off his pants, and man, that ass of his was made for fucking.