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 2.3

“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 1.3

The streets of Lima  when the midnight is coming on are more fluent than at the peak hour. That has a disadvantage: getting public transportation, like Osmar uses to take for going to the theater to work or anywhere more than a mile distance, is a true odyssey. But the advantage is when you are picked up in a private car, you avoid the strucks.

“Anyway, you gotta consider fucking Escalante if he assigns you the role,” Evandro advises with his two hands driving the steering wheel.

“I get no hard-on neither with Alexis’ ass, that it’s also firm and muscled, the less I’m gonna have a hard-on with Escalante’s ass,” Osmar replies on the co-pilot seat.

“Have you touched it to him, hey, rascal?”

“No, I haven’t. But these pants he wore today did not looked the buttocks well.”

“The reason why I got my roles on the soap-operas, series, the TV-films, is I fucked him good, but, well, the CEO’s are a level above.”

“But you’ve got talent, evan. Why do you have to fuck a casting director?”

“I’m not white like you, I’m more tanned. Even if I were black, they’d choose me, but the shit TV in this country is so racist that you’re white or you’re black. Tanned are not allowed.”

“In my conttry, there are tanned actors and actresses…”

“But Venezuela is Venezuela, indeed, Osmar. Here in Peru, they didn’t take out these kinda-Mexican, kinda-Argentinian criteria. Dude, even in Colombia or Brazil, even in Miami, I could get a job.”

“Why didn’t you migrate?”

“With a wife, two kids, zero solid connections, and, well, that bad reputation they made me up, who would recommend me?”

“You need to remake your public relations.”

The auto arrives to the base of a building in a traditional mid-high-class residential bourh in Jesus Maria, and it comes into the parking lot. The engine turns off at least.

“Take my advice – or you fuck Escalante, or you won’t overcome that commercial.”

“If they call at me.”

Osmar and evandro come out the vehicle, take the elevator. When it reaches the eighth floor, evandro leavetakes.

“See you earlier at the gym.”

“It will take legs tomorrow,” Osmar blinks an eye. “Greetings to Laura.”

“Thanks,” his partner smiles.

Osmar continues up until the twelveth floor, and after the sliding door opens, he takes out his key, opens a fence, goes up to the roof. The view of Lima from that height is ghostly. The fog vanishes or hides many lights. He comes into a kind of service room beside the water tank, and he appreciates for the last time his camping bed, his suitcase that works like a closet, takes off all the clothes, and not forgetting to thank the heaven, he gets into the cold sheet and a double Tigre covertor. While he tries to conciliate the dream, remembers Escalante’s ass, handles the penis and the testicles, but he doesn’t get any erection. He sleeps, better.

  

The Lust Project 1.2

That night, in a bedroom just enlighted by the blue light entering from a window covered by some dry branches, an evidently Athletic naked man sits down pushing inside over a narrow bed. He thinks. Then, a door opens. Other male wearing shirt and pants comes in and closes that door.

“Why haven’t you dress yet?,” he asks the man on the bed who looks at the one who up to get in.

“Do you understand what we did this afternoon, Luke?”

“Just forget about it,” the other says already sitting down on the bed too, showing him his back.

“How do you ask me to forget about?”

“John, don’t do this more complicated. Matthew asked why you didn’t go down to have the dinner. I didn’t know what to answer him.”

“Didn’t you know or didn’t you want?”

Luke stands up impulsively.

“For God’s sake, John! Do you want I tell him outspeaking we broke the chastity will?”

The naked man doesn’t know what to answer. Luke put his hand on the door’s lock.

“Then, I’ll forget about it. I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Wait!”

Luke goes rounding the bed and reaches John who stood up aside. He stands up in front of him, and he takes him from the arms. After some silent seconds, he approaches his face and kisses on the mouth. John doesn’t only respond but he grants. Luke separates his lips.

“We already made it once – fuck-off!”

Luke takes out the shirt, then the shoes, the pants, the underware. He approaches John,hugs him, and both grant a romantic kiss each other that continues with a slow fall on the bed. John opens his legs and begins to rise while the Luke’s hip begins to move between his partner buttocks. Maybe it’s the few light but the impression given is his penis starts growing. They just have begun when knocks are heard on the door.

“John? Luke?  Open!,” somebody asks outside.

The two lovers scare.

“What do we do now?,” John asks so feared.

“Shut up,”  Luke orders almost whispering. “Don’t do noise.”

Suddenly, it’s heard somebody is inserting a key, that the door opens, and that somebody comes in and closes it back. The two boys over the bed get petrified, overwhelmed trying to look at the just arrived.

“I already knew it,” Matthew whispers. “Do you have me as a brother or as an informer?”

Silent seconds.

“Make like your conscience rules,” Luke answers so humble.

Matthew begins to undress completely, gets on the bed, and Luke decides that the best will be sharing John in a kind of threesome that happens amid kisses, hugs, rolls over, caresses, moans, some whisper, until forming a rare little line that ends in a progressive orgasm beginning with Matthew, then Luke, and finally John who reaches the climax warmed by his two brothers. The light through the window turns off. The curtains close.

After a little silence moment, the applause in the public doesn’t only outbreak like a wave but it ends in a cheer. The little room is rocking. The curtains open again and the three stars are stood up already wearing bathrobes thanking the audience.

“Superb!,” a woman screams from the public.

A carnation flower fells to the foot of one of them who takes it, kisses it, and bring it back.

The curtains close again and the three actors run to the backstage.

“Other almost-full,” evandro celebrates looking himself at the mirror rounded by blurry yellow light bombs.

“And other play you don’t control your erection, damn it!,” Alexis smiles at him looking himself at the mirror too.

Osmar prefers to laugh while takes out the bathrobe and looks for his clothes on the closet.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I try to concentrate but I can’t. You’ve got a tasty ass.”

“Look, dude, if it got hard even I could say it’s part of the role but it gets you hard and you pre-cum a lot.”

John passes a tissue amid the buttocks.

“I’m OK I was not casted for John’s role,” Osmar laughs.

“No, dude,” evandro kids. “I don’t hold on so and I drill that asshole.”

Everybody laughs. Zaira Banquells comes into the wardrobe carrying the costumes the aactors left thrown on the stage.

“82 percent of attendance… despite the boycott of God’s Army, we enjoy a pretty health, 12 plays later.”

“Don’t remind me I deserve you my life, Zaira,” Evandro notes while he looks for his clothes.

“If you’d reconciliate with you know who, believe me you’d be better, speaking in professional terms.”

Evandro doesn’t say anything, just smiles while dressing his underware.

“And by the way, what about your casting?,” Zaira asks Osmar.

“I tried to make it Ok although I think getting naked before that Escalante was unnecessary but… a job is a job.”

“That commercial was mine,” Evandro complains friendly fixing the shirt now while Alexis is naked showing his athletic and hairy body everywhere as he looks for his clothes.

“Did he also ban you from advertising agencies?,” Osmar asks without intention.

“Some.”

“Evan’s problem,” Zaira intervenes, “is sometimes he mostly acts like a union leader than an actor, but like a leftist union leader. Did you know he took kicking a stage director literally who seemed to stalk a revelation actress?”

“Don’t fuck,” Alexis gets his word in. “It was justified.”

“Yes,” Zaira continues, “but not inside the sound stage and in fron of the full cast, crew, press, and even without a proof. You first catch the wolf, then you open his stomach, but evandro did it reverse.”

“Frantically, it made me sick,” the alleged justifies.

“Well, I’m ready,” Alexis opens his way, gets close to Zaira whom he stamps a kiss on her lips.

“Just coming in home, rinse that mouth very well because remember you shared saliva with little Evan,” the woman laughs.

“The caustic soda is over, darling, so you’ll have to hold on.”

Everybody laughs. Alexis and Zaira come out, although she stops for a while and addresses Evandro:

“Work on that erection – my Alex’s still virgin.”

Everybody laughs again, and the two lovers come away the wardrobe. Osmar approaches Evandro, gives him a couple of palms on the shoulder.

“You gotta breathe deeply, unfocus your mind outta the erotic but focus on…”

“Stop, Osmar. Don’t remember me the Actor’s Studio lessons. Are you ready?”

“What Zaira said seemed me a woman’s friendly complain rather than a scene director’s.”

Evandro laughs and looks straight at Osmar’s eyes.

“And you still believe that crap of his still-virgin ass? Let’s go.”