Miguel Rosas: “There’s still a belief the male nude is obscene.”

Let’s know something else about the Peruvian plastic artist & painter who encourages us to undress  for making art.

 

What about “the man’s naked body is beautiful” is not something new –we show it here among other stuff. But what about a Peruvian plastic artists has dared to print and show it in public – that’s called being gutsy, indeed.

 

We’re not talking about boys in nuts taken out from his imagination. Miguel Rosas (Lima, Peru, January 19, 1992) draws and paints males who who get naked before him at his workshop, so he goes printing them feature by feature, muscle by muscle, inch by inch, even the penis or the testicles.

 

Miguel Rosas Drew since a child but he had to submit to the exigency for studying a career paying his bills. He chose economy. But an accident that left him disabled to walk for some months focused him on the drawing and painting – it helped him as a therapy.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

The issue is Miguel drew what everybody draws. You know, landscapes, traditions, stuff anyway. Then, he broke the frontier once upon a day and traced naked boys. He didn’t only traced them – he made they fully undress for making them immortal.  He didn’t make them to undress – he exposed them whoever wishing to see them.

 

This Lima-native plastic artists & painter granted us worthy minutes of his time for talking something else about his art and what is inside the creative process.

 

How did you get to hold strong on your decision to draw and paint male bodies?

It was something I wanted to experience of art in the beginning. I already had made other topics in painting but I wanted to paint male nude, then I continued because of the fascination I have when I make my works.  It’s a experience I enjoy by drawing the lines, adding the color, getting to print the male beauty.

 

Were you afraid of it, anytime?

Yes, I was. In the beginning, I thought if I painted male bodies, and nudes overall, I couldn’t post due I could break out reactions against because it’s most common in art to see the female nude. But I was overcoming these fears.

 

How did you overcome them?

In the process to make the paintings and meeting the models who performed, I was realizing what I made was such as wonderful or more, like the rest of the art – I should continue to make it.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

How would you rate that first session with your first model posing nude?

It was good. It was a friend of mine who posed for that occasion – I felt very comfortable. I liked much the result too, I could learn much from that first experience.

 

Was it easy to propose the nude to your friend?

It wasn’t much. He already had posed for me but dressed. I had to convince him to pose nude for making some drawings and a painting. The trust he had to me was what he motivated in the end.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

In your experience, does the Peruvian male get nude easily for being printed in a drawing or a painting?

No, he doesn’t. Many prefer to pose with some clothes fearing to show their bulge to other folk. Also, there’s still a belief the male nude is obscene as to be represented in art.

 

Why isn’t obscene to print a male nude?

Because the art is free and the male nude is part of Nature. The idea it’s obscene, or not, depends more on the culture of the people in a determined part of the world.

 

But it persists the fear to show without clothes, especially the penis, the testicles, or the buttocks, doesn’t it?

Yes, it does. There’s a conservative culture of modesty to show the bulge.

 

Peruvian Pre-Hispanic cultures represented hard penis. Even, there’s an actual controversy about pottery seeming a hard penis. In your judge, is art to show a hard-on?

Sure. The art shows every stage of people’s life. If it’s possible to represent an action like the work, eating, sleeping, why not the sex or a hard-on too?

 

So, why so much scandal when a boy decides to pose showing his hard penis, or ejaculating inclusive?

Because aside the artists, the rest of people don’t have that artistic background  because they don’t have much contact to the art. Other reason is because this kind of art is not usual, this is just exposing to the public.

 

And we, the men, art pieces by definition, aren’t we?

Of course. We are an art piece of the Creation.

 

Miguel Rosas gave us some of his pieces those the social media have banned, what you can see them all here without fear we disappear from the cyberspace.

 

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The Lust Project 2.7

In les than 10 minutes, the three males are table lamp light in Gibran’s bedroom dancing sticked to the rhythm of a slow reggaeton, rather sensual. Although the host has ripped muscles, he doesn’t own the mass of his two visitors. Evandro hugs him from back and with the hands on the sharpy hips, Osmar forward with his pupil’s hands rounding the narrow waist, as well as his caresses the sides, or the evidence they could be there.

“You can start when you want,” Evandro whispers at the time he bites very weak the Gibran’s right ear lobe.

The boy takes the Osmar’s lycra t-shirt aand begins to set it off between slow and fast. Greek God’s torso appears before his eyes as well as he can caress it random. He tries to rub the man’s two pecs  and the nipples get hard.

He looses the belt, unbuttons the jean, tries to take it down some difficult, fells on his knees to fulfill the task, and Osmar gently flexes the legs to let each sleeve unsticks out his powerful thighs (he previously already has stood without shoes). So, on his knees, Gibran takes him down the boxer. The relaxed penis and the big balls under the shaved pubic hair of his trainer are in front of his face. He caresses them – they’re soft when touched. They don’t react. Then, he touches both hips so the huge ass.

Gibran smiles, stands up, turn and put his small but firm buttocks to Osmar’s croach, what seems to follow without reaction. He takes the Evandro’s shirt and unbottons it up tto down. He takes it fully and throws it to the floor, unfastens the belt, unbutton the jean, unsips the fly, begins to take it down, and repeats the operation of falling on his knees for the cloth releases from the artist’s lower extremes. He finally takes down the thin-stripped white briefs and a penis jumps out to his face that under the cloth made a big bulge, but that now extends to the ffront, apparently erect. A tiny pre-cum drop leaves on the Gibran’s chick as the glans strokes it.

“May I?,” he consults Evandro, hypocritically shy.

“Sure,” the male smiles at him.

Gibran opens his mouth and let the thick enters it, and he starts to suck certain scratching. He gets swallowing it until his perfect nose touches the cut pubic hair and his chin can feels the big escrotus where two powerful testicles seem to keep. Although from his perspective, Osmar can’t get the actionn, because Gibran’s head covers him, he unexplainabely feels his penis begins to get erected in less than a minute, and well erected, although without the lubrication his friend shows up.

“Suck me the cock so,” Evandro seduces seeing Osmar in the partial darkness and ssmiles at him. “Suck it to Osmar too.”

Gibran turns and before getting in his trainer’s cock, he notices it is big head, almost uncut, and the base thinner, maybe not longer and rect like the another guy’s, rather a mushroom-type one.

Osmar feels the hot moisture and closes his eyes trying to find enjoyment in the oral sex but he doesn’t get it. In fact, his erection goes vanishing.

“Don’t you like how I do it?,” Gibran whispers separating his lips out the dick for a moment.

“You suck the cock like gods,” Gibran lies, but the truth is his penis is semi-erected again.

“Suck it to me again,” evandro suggests (which organ has become some flaccid), and when Gibran spins on the floor to do the fellatio, Osmar feels again hiserection comes back. He prefers not to mind it in that moment.

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Just later, evandro inserts his cock in the birthday owner’s annus, previously protected by a condom, he kneeling on the bed, the boy upside, and the top’s hands pressing his legs against his abs and pecs. At the same time, Gibran sucks Osmar’s organ, kneeling at the bed head,and with his pupil’s face practically underneath his croach,who neither sees what he does what his sexual organ but he doesn’t miss detail of what happens just in front of his nose – the anal penetration in all its splendor.

At one in the morning, the three share the shower. Gibran insists in extracting the Evandro cock’s semen and he gets it. It tastes neutral, unflavored. Then, he tries with Osmar’s, that he has held masturbated and hard, but when he takes it into his mouth, it loses rigidness again.

“Forgive me, I’m some tired,” the trainer justifies.

Gibran understands it and prefers to masturbate on the tile floor. The semen shots fall to Osmar’s feet.

  

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.