A coffee with elías Velasco – naked

Behind the new nude of a Peruvian streaming-TV host.

 

Elías Velasco (born November 21^st, 1974, in Lima, Peru, where he lives) was inside the bathroom just wearing a long green coat. He breathed deeply. He might think this was the fourth time he did in his lifetime. “I’m gonna perform a character,”  He got calm, opened the door, went out to the living-room, took off the cloth. He was fully naked.

 

Outside, his two producers waited for him as well as the plastic artist Miguel Rosas with three apprentices. Everybody understood he was ready. Elías seated as the painter requested, he posed in nuts.

 

“I felt nervous, a little distressed, too watched in general,” said the creator, director, and host of Café & Conversa (Coffee Talk), his inspiring and very nice TV-show on YouTube which elías sits down to chat in-depth with son many diverse guests.

 

For the episode about Miguel Rosas, elías’ producer suggested to talk on camera, to show part of the male nude the plastic artist paints, and elías to become a model: “It seemed me a pretty risky, controversial, but very artistic idea.”

 

The host couldn’t refuse because he thinks if a journalist has to tell the story very well, he must become a part of it in some sense. In other words, if he had to talk about beautiful men painted fully naked… so he had to become one of them. To elude the censorship on YouTube, that forbids to show explicitly the cock, the balls, or the whole ass, his producers chose shots showing just his beautiful torso and legs.

 

Today, Elías Velasco tells for the very first time, exclusively for Hunks of Piura, these secret insights he neither confessed on that commented episode.

 

Big flesh, Little self-esteem

In 1993,Elías was another thin Lima-native guy who felt too little, psychologically speaking. He just closed a toxic relationship that became violent. His boyfriend drank, got away, and when he came back, what should be a romantic date, turned rising outrageous fights each time. Then, strikes arrived. Eventually, the intoxicated lover raped Elías.  “Having forced sex with somebody is a rape,” he affirms today. “That depressed me much, I cloistered, I was too thin,” he remembers.

 

He changed his mind when he asked for a job at a fashion store. The owner was a LGTBIQ+: “How an ugly guy is going to sell pretty clothes?,” he faced.

 

Once upon an afternoon, one friend asked him going to a basket match at Guadalupe School, Lima Downtown. When he realized, he was inside a gym. “My body changed in a year, I started to make me over.” His muscles amazed, wondered what Elías used to revenge: “If I was mistreated, I had to mistreat now.”

 

He went ahead. In 2004, he started to study the secrets of these physiques awaking forbidden desires. So then, he was involved in a second relationship: “My boyfriend paid me the classes.”

 

In 2007, Elías performed in public by wearing a tanga underneath a beautiful ass and a tasty bulge already highlighted. He reached Mister Peru, hustled the biggest stars of bodybuilding & fitness. In fact, he achieved the third place in classic bodybuilding category. Previously, he got a second place in Mister Lima, the same category. He wan Mister Summer. He was 33 years old.

 

The problem was that beautiful shape needed him to consume anabolics. A bone disease activated putting him on a bed. “I fell to 108 pounds.” As a reference, Elías is 5’6 feet, so his ideal weight should be between 148 and 154 lbs. “I tried suicide, but something stopped I dove… What was it? I don’t have clear anyway.”

 

Next 12 months were intensive psychiatric treatment. The wish to die was resuming step by step but the notion of himself continued very underrated. “I felt a poor guy in every respect.”

 

The best butt

Before the full nude he made for his show, Elías Velasco got naked three times. In 2008, in a campaign addressed to escorts in Panama an for Peru’s Health Ministry (Minsa, as in Spanish). Again for Minsa in 2011, this time associated with Lima’s Movement of Homosexuals and Lesbians, amid a campaign called Use Me. For a French photographer in 2012, who published them in a magazine for men.

 

The second shoot was special because it was about rising awareness on the use of condom, and because elías shared the set with other two pretty-body models who enacted sexual positions but covered in latex ffrom head to feet. He could deal with the fact of posing alone, but making it with other two models scared him. “I felt a few modesty and nerves,” he tells.

 

The photographer was assertive to melt the ice so the shoot was made, although it lasted 7 hours. One strategy was lauding elías’ ass. “It’s the best butt I’ve ever seen,” he said, explained it – it was worked out well, looked like very masculine. We tried to look at it again – he has it pretty tasty, although he asks us order immediately: “I like how my butt has got, but I rather like my eyes… like if they spoke seeing.”

 

The Use Me campaign was pretty successful across Peru, although elías’ mom didn’t like her son’s nude body was exhibited at gay bars and discos. “I made it because it was a background.”

 

Having a beautiful body also made him attractive for the escorting business. It happened in 2007.  He didn’t accept. He was also proposed to perform sex with other Peruvian and foreign bodybuilders paying him from 1000 to 1500 dollars per play. He refused again. “I didn’t accept because I didn’t consider it strategic,” he explains. An Argentinian referee was the models recruiter. Few later, the scandal of Peruvian naked bodybuilders blasted strongly on the media.

 

Inner beauty first

Having a beautiful body is a lifestyle for elías now, but the physique is not the first he focused on. The first training is mental: “As you’re gonna be inside, you’re gonna be outside.” The presenter recognizes himself as a patient who has treated his depression and his anxiety. His mental search has understood the root of the problem began since the same moment he was conceived.

 

A boyfriend? No. He already learned it’s better to take the needed time for choosing better. He is in love of himself, rather. “It’s working me to focus on real things, not surrounding myself with people who don’t add anything.” His keyword is empathy or wearing the other’s shoes. He can take better decisions so. “I feel free, healed.,” he smiles.

 

Elías assures the best gift you can give yourself is changing because it’s your own business, not because the people say it. “My life is not managed by a collective acceptance but inner acceptance.”

 

What about his past? “I can’t argue on the experiences  of my life because they allow me to stay surer.”And part of that growing-up was creating Café & Conversa: “The show was released more by a cathartic issue due to a second breaking-up,” he confesses.

 

A hard-on warning

As part of that new adventure, we get to that morning when Elías posed fully naked in front of Miguel Rosas. After taking off the long coat, the next challenge was keeping frozen. And the little problem of Elías is he ever moves much.

 

He was seated for three hours. “I got cramps in butts, calves, and feet.”  That activated him the anxiety and nerves, and both turned on his 6’7-inch penis. “Miguel, I think that part wants to rise a bit,” he said to the plastic artist. “That’s usual,” Rosas replied him, naturally. Said so, his dick slept again.

 

Showing his 5’6 feet and his actual 159 lbs required some body preparation. He cut a little his hair in pubis and legs. For his two first nudes, he did fully shave.

 

When he finished to pose and saw his naked body painted on the canvas, he left very satisfied. “It impressed me the color he printed on… I felt very cared and protected by Miguel… I felt very plenty.”

 

Elías thinks to be a pretty average guy. “I don’t consider myself handsome but I feel attractive.” Despite the nude and his physique, he don’t consider himself a sex-symbol anyway. “I consider myself a guy amid a growing-up process looking for inner beauty,” he states. That doesn’t get the focus out of his physique which he, as he says, wouldn’t change anything at this time of his life.

 

“The picture Miguel made me is a skin expressing colors throughout the canvas, that he knew to place what I like much of me – my eyes.” What how the people takes it for good, for bad,for sexualizing, don’t care him.

 

Elías believes the session he did for Miguel Rosas has benefit his work as a media personality. In fact, he thinks the body “is a speaking temple or canvas.”  “If I am proposed to do a nude and I feel it’s going to add into my professional life, I’d accept it, either,” he assures.

 

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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 2.5

The next night, in the edge that Saturday turns Sunday, we mean, Evandro’s car parks at a 4-floor condo that looks like more clinic but painted in brick-red, not very far the building where he uses to park.

“And why don’t you look for a room around the residential?,” he asks while taking out the seat belt.

“I truly haven’t seen although they say there are good offers on Sunday’s classifieds,” Osmar answers.

“Yes, especially one saying: cowboy, cop, firefighter, marine, or baseball player. Section Relax.”

Osmar smiles and unlocks the seat belt.

“By the way, you should fix the marine’s that has a free thread that gives me no reliability.”

“If it goes you OK with that contract and you do what I advised, maybe you must not worry about these costumes.”

Evandro opens the door and pick down the car. Osmar does the same. The driver goes around and gets close to his friend until clapping his shoulder.

“What will you do with these costumes if it goes me OK with… Lust?,” Osmar asks with sarcasm.

“Alexis is not my option because Zaira checks him good, so I’ll come in Escalante mode – full casting.”

“Do you know, evan? I’d like to rent something like the apartment you live in, where there would be all that space to give shows without fears, much privacy, sleeping warmer, have the friends when I want, offering a coffee, a lemonade, a drink.”

Osmar feels the arm of his friend and partner around his neck.

“I’ll help you to look for and move. Now, let’s gho to…”

Evandro joins again his left index and bold, makes them beating. Osmar laughs. When coming to the rings board, the first one looks at the fourth floor while the second one searches the address on his cellphone to be sure of pressing the right button.

“Too quiet to be a party,” evandro observes.

“Maybe the condo’s rules.” Osmar supposes as he presses the 403. A little electronic bell sounds.

“You got it – we get to, appreciate, enjoy, and get back quicly to the residential,” Evandro reminds.

“Don’t tell me this pussy boy and his friends went to a disco.”

“Did he leave you any message?”

“None.”

Osmar presses the button again and the electronic ding-dong-dang sounds once again.

“Let’s go home better,” Evandro claims.

“Well, we came, appreciated, went.”

The couple of hunks don’t end to turn when a voice is heard like lulled in the intercom. Both see each other. Osmar gets close:

“Gee… bran?”

“Who’s it?,” somebody answers on the little speaker.

“Evandro and Osmar.”

“One second,” somebody replies.

Evandro tips his friend’s firm waist.

“This dork is already little drunk. Let’s go better.”

The electronic lock of the door sounds. Osmar sees his friend again.

“Let’s come in to see around,” he proposes. “If there’s nothing, let’s go.”

In two minutes or less, the two boys are already in the hallway of fourth floor, and in front of the 403. Osmar knocks the door, this opens. Gibran’s head slices up. His shoulder is bare.

“You came, guys,” the host smiles. 

The Lust Project 2.4

“Well, Osmar, my first comment is, for your 33 years old, you look like 25 or less, and that genetic factor convinced us,” Escalante forewords. “We want you be the face and the body of Lust campaign, a male beauty products line. The features are a video comercial for TV and social media, comercial on video, and a photograph for banners, magazines, and even it was thought of a calendar. There are only two details I wanna ask you: you’ll appear naked on the features, and the payment is 1000 dollars for the video and 500 dollars for the photo. I know they aren’t the market prices but the brand just…”

For Osmar, the Maths are not too complicated to do. That job would allow him to have five basic remmunerations the gym pays him or three salaries he raise at the theater.

“I accept,” he interrupts.

“Osmar, look, I want you not to focus on the money – you’re gonna appear naked.”

“Mr Escalante, you know we, the actors and models, are prepared for this, and I said you I used to do nudes in my country. You saw my pictures and…”

“Sure, Osmar. But one thing is 20 seconds in a soap-opera, or posing in a local circulation magazine. Here the campaign is national, you’re gonna be watched ten times a day, I don’t know.”

“What am I gonna show in the nude?”

“everything but your bulge.”

“As I say you, I accept.”

“No regrets,” Escalante smiles getting comfortable in his sofa because his office is actually his apartment’s living-room.

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“1500 for showing your ass?,” Evandro smiles, his hands on the steering wheel, driving amid the peak hour somewhere Jose Pardo Avenue in Miraflores. “And have you to travel next next Sunday for shooting?”

“How much you think I should charge?”

“Only the video doesn’t go below 2000, if these fool bodybuilders whom nobody knew got naked and jerked-off for 2500 per video, Osmar. Per video! So, everyone easily raised their 7000 or 10,000 in one only shot.”

“But you know a bodybuilder, only in food and supplementation, doesn’t come below 350 dollars per month, and you told me right they didn’t have sponsorship. At least, I have incomes: the theater, the gym, these shows you get for me.”

“Don’t count the shows as a regular income.”

“Well, I already signatured, man. I already told Escalante we must go and come the same day and…”

“1500 for showing your big ass,” Evandro insists.

“The less in Venezuela is 40 dollars. Can you put it in perspective? Did I tell you that I have my parents and three brothers at home? Do you know how much they spend monthly? The half what I raise goes to Venezuela. It’s more than my two parents raise by working, and Lima is not cheap. Do you pretty alone survive here with 450 dollars per month?”

“Osmar, I don’t go for the life cost. I go because you bargained much, brother.”

“If I didn’t accept, I lost that contract.”

Evandro closes his mout when listening to such reason:

“Escalante is a dooper mother-fucker.”

“It’s not so, Evan. I told me his client is just launching the products and it doesn’t have much money for advertising. So, put on Mr escalante’s shoes too, don’t you?”

“And are we gonna argue for that faggot?,” Evandro smiles looking at Osmar.

“I don’t wanna argue with you. You’ve been my first true friend in Peru and…”

“And what?”

“I sabe a lot of money when you pick me up in your car.”

Osmar laughs aloud friendly and Evandro rolls his tongue out while both arrive to the theater.

  

The Lust Project 2.3

“He went to see the stallions, I tell you,” evandro almost overreacts in his blue Yaris with a pop song in the background, maybe Backstreet Boys.

“And what about if that was the issue, man?,” Osmar smiles at him. “Neither he saw us naked in the backstage.”

“Sure indeed, dork, because he has got everything during the play. I bet you they do give you the job.”

“Fuck! I prefer not to make illusions.”

“I know Escalante, Osmar – it’s his modus operandi.”

“Based on that theory, then he went to see me, don’t you believe?”

“Fuck him, dork. Fuck him! It’s the only way you leave poverty.”

Osmar prefers to smile.

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The next morning, Friday, when Evandro finishes his training session, the boy who has congratulated him the previous morning while taking a shower gets him close.

“What’s up, champion?,” the aactor greets.

“I couldn’t go to the theater – I wanted to see the play again.”

Osmar gets both close.

“Don’t worry,” Evandro continues smiling. “The season follows until the end of month, so you easily can go wherever you can.”

“You ready, Gibran?,” the trainer greets at least. “Today is legs day.”

“Guys,” the boy clears throat. “As you are here, I’d invite you to a meeting in my house tomorrow night. Don’t you gotta do anything Sunday morning or what?”

Evandro and Osmar see each other.

“Sleeping late,” the first one answers.

“Well, I’d like to invite you, just in case you can go.”

“Is it any type of celebration in special?”

“My birthday,” Gibran blushes.

Evandro and Osmar see each other again.

“Well, leave me your address with this big hunk and we’ll come around tomorrow.”

“May you, seriously?,” Gibran excites.

“Yes, we may,” Osmar confirms. “But first, we’re gonna work out your calves, tights, and ass. Do you agree?”

“Great!,” the granter enjoys, as he goes to the lockerroom.

Hiding, Evandro joins his index and bold left fingers and make them beating as he looks at Osmar who shakes his head and smiles as he is on his way.

“Go taking a shower,” he notifies his trainee before.

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The Osmar’s work time at Steel Fit Gym officially begins at six in the morning, although he actually arrives half an hour before (the most with Evandro after jogging from the building where they live) for cleaning a little and getting ready to have the first pupils. Just before six, he takes advantage to taste the first portion of his breakfast. Then, he tries the next portion around nine or ten when the trainees load has fallen a bit. If he has two or three pupils, he takes the time to train until before noon when he takes a shower and has lunch with other portion in the gym’s mini-kitchen. If not, he will wait for time gets over at two, taking advantage the other trainer comes in, to do his routine, taking a shower, and just tasting the portion at four.

That Friday is one of these days when after nine, he has six new pupils, so he can’t uncare and he has to monitor them mandatorily. So he gets no more remedy than training at two in the afternoon.

While he takes the shower at the gym, he thinks of two things: first, since his arrival to Peru, pleasures that he initially could enjoy at his home like the bath, he has to do it now at a public space – and, secondly, that after eating his fourth daily portion, he has to get back the building to organize his bedroom a little for eating his fifth portion at six and a half, then the last one already at the theater, where he arrives at nine, three quarters of hour before the curtain opened.

At four in the afternoon, people just begin to come in the facility, so it’s impossible not matching two or three trainees in the lockerroom who Osmar greets with kindly and he takes off the towel. He doesn’t care if they see him as God generously brought him to life. In fact, he has learned that modesty is a very focused concept, that only must be respect and promote in public spaces, but in private, or at the theater or in front a camera, the nudity is the most natural. Even, when he is closed in his bedroom, he prefers going nuts.

The fact is, after going out the shower and dressing on, he turns on his cellphone and a lot of notifications begin to come in. A same number tries to get him. He calls back.

“Osmar! I’m trying to pick you up,” somebody says him on the phone.

“Yes, Mr Escalante, it’s I was training, I was in the shower, and…”

“Doesn’t matter, bro. Come to my office when you just can because I need to talk with you.”

Will it be Evandro matched his forecast?, he thinks.

  

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.