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 2.3

“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 2.1

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.