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 2.2

“He he asked it to me on Monday,” the trainer explains now making up in front of the mirror to perform Matthew.

“And did he wait three days for reacting at most?,” Evandro wonders beside him. “Well, he saw me naked, already. It seems he wanted to do it.”

Alexis sits down naked in the other chair to clean his face.

“Thank he was well-mannered. I had one who fisted me up by my ass at the gym without a cause,” the hairy man confesses.

“I do remember,” Osmar adds.

“While they come in and pay for his ticket, I don’t mind they even touch my bulge, damn it,” Evandro intervenes.

Zaira gets into.

“Third call, guys. On your marks.”

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When John and Matthew come in the bedroom enlightened with a yellow light, almost trending to ocher, and pretending they are looking at four walls, Osmar thinks to recognize somebody in the public because of the fleshlight. He clears throat and gets back immediately to his character.

“It’s beautiful!,” John exclaims. “Fresh and compfortable too.”

“It’s good you like it because it will be your bedroom during the whole time you spend here.”

John approaches to the window and looks outside.

“Beautiful sunset.”

He begins to strip.

“What do you do, brother John?,” Mathew wonders.

“They say the water here is fresh – I’ll take a pretty shower,” he reacts very happy.

“Then, I retreat.” Matthew opens the door and leaves the bedroom. When he walks to the stage machinery, where evandro waits for his mark to enter like Luke, Osmar, already out of character, gets him close:

“I think

“It doesn’t matter. Don’t unfocus me.”

Evandro advances to the door and waits for his line to come in. Osmar breathes deeply and thinks not to let unfocusing neither.

That night’s play ends in other cheering. While the three actors take out the bathrobes, and are ready to dress their real clothes on, Zaira comes into the wardrobe:

“81 percent of attendance, first notice.”

“And the second one?,” Alexis wonders while he cleans amid the buttocks again.

“Or you take in the bathrobes or you dress up in five seconds because Arnold Escalante comes here to say you hello.”

Osmar looks at evandro while Alexis gets indifferent. Zaira comes out for an instant.

“It’s what I tried to say you, Evan.”

“And what about it, Os? I already told you what the key with him is.”

Zaira comes in with Escalante, very excited:

“Terrific, guys!”

The casting director shakes hands and hugs every talent.

“So, what do we deserve his royal lowness’ visit?,” evandro kids.

“We’d say that a little bird put this reference on his casting form, and… I decided to come around.”

“It must be a Caracas pidgeon, isn’t it?,” evandro continues ironic while he looks at Osmar.

“Don’t be jealous, Cruzado.”

“No, I don’t,” Evandro replies. “I’m happy more people come here to see the play and I truly thank you… and I think I speak on behalf of everyone.”

The other two actors and Zaira agree.

      

The Lust Project 2.1

At ten to six in the morning, Evandro pedals on the stationery bike with the ass lifted up in the air. His calves and tights begin to burn while he feels a sweat drop on his face although he can’t see it in the big mirror in front of him. Osmar comes in from somewhere with a swepper and a holder, approaches to the electronic tachometer of the device.

“Four minutes more and you pass to squats.”

For an instant, he put his eye  in the middle of the lycra tights that the two chicks of his partner and, evidently, trainee forms.

“Do you like my ass?”

“NoI don’t, man. I look at your muscular tone.”

Although unexplainabily, the trainer feels his penis is erecting but he blames himself in silence. What the hell! If everyday he sees asses even better than that.

At a quarter past seven, evandro is under the shower in the lockerroom of Steel Fit Gym.

“Luke?”

The actor scares and turns around. A boy evidently in his 20s is dressed to start a training morning.

“Hello,” Evandro smiles.

“Do you perform Luke in that play?”

“Chastitty Will?”

“Yes, it is,” the boy smiles.

“Are you a fundamentalist Catholic and you come here to murder me?”

The speaker laughs.

“No, I don’t anyway. Instead, I’d congratulate you. Excellent play”

“Have you went to see it? The play, I mean.”

“Last night. I recognized you, even the one who performs Matthew.”

“Oh, Osmar. And if you wait at around ten or ten and a half, you can match who performs John.”

“Osmar spoke me about the play, he told me you were here, and, well… I’d… you know…”

“Thanks,” evandro smiles. “I really appreciate it.”

“That’s it. See you.”

The boy comes out and Evandro doesn’t know if smiling himself or thinking the way he will kill Osmar when he comes out the lockerroom.

  

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.