Inked and muscled, the jock struts into the audition, his eyes never leaving the stud's crotch. He runs a hand over his own bulge, feeling the growing stiffness. Kneeling, he unzips the stud, his breath catching at the sight of the throbbing cock. He strokes it, feeling the heat, before leaning in to lick the slit, tasting the saltiness. The stud grunts, hips thrusting as the jock takes him deep, his head moving in a steady rhythm. The room echoes with the wet sounds of cocksucking, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. The stud's breath hitches, and the jock feels the cock pulse, a warm, sticky load coating his face as he looks up, eager for more.