The Lust Project 1.1

In the bathroom, Cesar resists a Little more bit the sensation to use the wáter closed to pee. Ahead him, there is a small tripod with a tiny TV-camera screwed onto.

“I’m right ready,” he says on the intercom set on his head.

“Gimme a second,” Escalante says in his ear. “I’m taking notes.”

Cesar knows that fulfilling the form Will lastsome minutes more, so he takes advantage, moves forward caring not to throw the tripod, unzips his fly, takes his tanned dick out, targets, and shots. What a relief! Then, the door opens and Cesar scares.

A tall young man, Athletic not being much muscled, handsome, plain black hair with a rare kind of curl pompadour, ligh Brown eyes, pecs, armpits, and abs without a hair, all in a pale White tone, looks at his eyes first, then his peeing thick.

“excuse me, I thought…” he says with a Caribbean accent.

Cesar can’t articulate a Word.

“The model is already with you,” somebody warns him on the headset.

Cesar ends to pee, clears his throat.

The guy takes out the towel, hangs i ton, and gets into the shower that has a transparent glass door instead a curtain.

Before his eye, it leaves a rounded ass, like a couple of baloons up to pop out would be inflated under the skin, legs better formed than a soccer player, unhaired, and turning a Little, the relaxed penis over a pair of big testicles.

Cesar, ashamed, shakes his dick and gets into immediately, almost collides with the sink.

“Are you ready yet?,” he is insiste don the intercom.

“Yes, I am,” the cameraman says while washes and dries his hands, and he puts them on the camera. “Gimme a second.”

“What’s your name?,” he asks to the naked boy under the still not-opened shower at least.

“Osmar. Osmar Rivero.”

“I’m… Cesar. Did Escalante say you yet what the scene consists of?”

“Yes,” Osmar smiles.

“Wait for my mark.”

Cesar focus the camera, closes up the ripped abs amind a very thin waist, then he moves the zoom ring until having a general shot of the model.

“Ready,” he says on the intercom.

“Give him action,” Escalante confirms.

Cesar rises his hand and counts down with his fingers. When he forms a punch, fells it down, and put his eye on the camera viewfinder.

Osmar opens the shower, lets the wáter gets all his body wet but the fase and the hair, takes the piece of soap that was already there, just opened, begins to pass it softly over, his pecs, his abs, looking at the camera so sensual, his armpits rising his arms, and along them, one of his chiks, and along his huge thigh. And his fase with that expression of who enjoys like any day moment else that time of who dedicates to personal higyene.

After, Osmar turns his back to Cesar, rubs his two big gluteus, amid them, turns to the other side and repeats the initial procedure. Coming next, he puts frontal and cleans his bulge so briefly, ever smiling at the camera. He opens the Faucett of the shower again, rinses completely with the same sensuality as he put the soap on his whole body, then he dries and gets out.

“How well did I do it?,” he asks.

“Ahh… Good, I think.”

The cameraman smiles while his dick is like a rock and his slip is pretty wet by his pre-cum inside his croach

When Osmar gets back to the room beside, that is actually a wedding bedroom, and looks for his clothes to wear them on, Escalante is checking out some notes on his tablet. He turns to look at the model.

“How did you feel?”

“Good. I already told you that the nude is natural for me.”

Escalante smiles.

“Wait for my call, only my call, anyway, and if you’re chosen, then we’ll negotiate. You told me you have your temporary visa on rule, didn’t you?”

“It expires in two months, but I do.”

“Alright,” Escalante smiles again, a Good-looking fase man already in his 40s.

Osmar finishes to wear his clothes on, arranges his scarf, thanks, leavetakes.

Escalante goes with him until the door and closes it, then he walks back to the bathroom.

Now, Cesar is who refreshes under the shower – more or les worked-out body, unhaired, tasty ass, almost hard cock under an almost bushy pubic hair.

“I won’t do casting to you,” Escalante smiles.

“That Venezuelan who entered last put me pretty horny, dude,” the cameraman confesses.

“So do I, don’t you believe?”

Escalante gets completely naked, throws his clothes over the bedroom’s rug, gets into the shower with his partner

“I tend to the Venezuelan,” Cesar says taking the other man’s waist, thin, fit, White, unhaired, pubic hair in manscape, who approaches to and kisses on the mouth.

“So do I,” Escalante says, “but let’s see what the client says.”

“I wanna fuck you.”

“Let’s gho to the bed.”

Escalante kneels, takes the Cesar’s dick and sucks it comprehensively until getting it hard while his hands holds on his partner’s two rounded chicks. Next, he rubs some soap on the straight asshole, caughts the cameraman’s thick, and puts it inside so easily. Cesar groans.

“What a tasty pretty hot annus!”

“Gimme cock,” the casting director claims.

Cesar reaches to insert his 6’6 inches inside and pumps up like a desperate man. At the same time, Escalante rubs his 7’1 inches that are already hard. Cesar doesn’t hold on more and shots all his cum inside his boss’ arse while he shots his on the White tiles of the shower. Cesar feels how the anal esphinter stretches his still hard dick.

“Pretty… better than my wife,” he whispers.