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 2.6

Gibran serves a glass of black soda to Evandro (“without a drink, I have to drive”) and a cuba libre to Osmar. He wears a boxer blurry ahead, transparent the other half.

While he is backside preparing the drink, evandro makes again the signal with his left index and bold to Osmar.

“After work, my friends brought me to have a cebiché in Chorrillos – and a lot of beer,” Gibran explains. “I only remember I got home at night, took a shower, went to sleep.”

He prepares a second cuba glass, sits down next to his two guests, and cheers.

“For your b-day,” Evandro announces. “And  was coming to dance.”

“You can dance if you want,” Gibran smiles, “although without a mate, or like…”

“Or like what?”

“Is it true you have a strippers business?”

Osmar coughs strucking with the sip he just took. Evandro takes it as fresh.

“Yes, it’s true. But the business has decreased a little those weeks,” the alleged one explains.

“You must be very expensive,” Gibran continues.

“We’re rather exclusive,” Evandro smiles.

“How much are we talking about?”

“35 dollars for 20 minutes per capita.”

Osmar only clears throat quietly while he delights his drink.

“What do you finish in? T-string, boxer, or… naked?”

“T-string is 40, naked’s 50 plus 10 extra minutes,” Evandro continues doing business. “Disclaimer: no pics, no vids. The price doubles there.”

“Have you let filming or picturing anytime?”

“When somebody tries and doesn’t pay, we stop the show – business are business.”

“And what happens if somebody wants a full strip show of both? 70 dollars?”

“Not, indeed. We bargain to 60.”

“And have you made a happy-ending show anytime?”

“Somebody asked me once a time – I charged 10 extra dollars and I did it.”

“have you made any happy-ending show too, Osmar?”

The addressed one goes almost the half of his drink:

“Not yet,” he smiles unmotivatedely, and looking at the dark liquid in his glass over a tiny piece of lime floats.

“Interesting, guys,” Gibran comments sipping another load of his cuba.

Evandro rushes his black soda and leaves the glass on the core table:

“well, forgive us for getting up from your dream, we’re happy you’ve spend a funny birthday… and see you at the gym, isn’t it, Os?”

Osmar understands the message, leaves his unfinished glass on the core table, clears throat:

“Yes, we see you on…”

“How much do you charge me for a red-hot show, but very red-hot?”

Osmar looks something alarmed to Evandro who is not surprised, he’s doing aritmethics.

  

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 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.