The number four is preparing to be the one

Recently I was invited to be a judge in a male aesthetic contest –they called it bodybuilding, but being honest they only wanted to give a prize to the cuter, sexier and darer.

I practice fitness, and I’m having some vacation in a coastal city here in Piura, due to a friends’s invitation.

I got free entrance to the disco, free water, and as I’m gay, I could see men in trunks.

I don’t speak much spanish, so I could understand a littlethe worksheet contest producers gave to me. However I saw some fluid conversation between the other two judges, who constantly were requiered by one of the producers, an adult man, in his 40s, who pointed out some parts on the papers.

And the contest begun…

Number one: how did he entered the contest? Nah!

Number two: a Max steel action figure was funnier.

Number three: Great body, big bulge… but did he never learn the meaning of smile?

Number four: Wait a minute! This man has something, something, something… hey! Why did he go so fast?

Number five: Interesting. That I didn’t understand is why he blinked the other two judges but me.

Number six: Next, please!

As you suppose I gave the bigger score to number four. He is not only a great body, he’s handsome, so careful with the way he moves (great body expression!), , nice wardrobe (well, black trunk over a tanned massive body was a great election). In brief, he got all to be the winner.

But when final punctuation was mentioned, the winner was number five. What? So the other judges had no eyes or what?

The crowd disagree with decision and I was a little dissapointed, because people even cheered number four.

Contest was finished and producers invited the three judges to drink something in the VIP area.

Well, my plan was getting some free drinks, get outta there, go other disco or home.

Few minutes later we were in the meeting, when number five arrived and invited beers to us.

Amazing! My smooth suspect seemed to be confirmed. Votes were arranged for him.

Angry for that cheating reward, I left the table, invented an excuse and went to the exit dorr.

Few feet before, I hit somebody.

-         xcuse. It wasn’t my inttention.

-          No. excuse me… wait! You’re one of the judges.

Great! Noww I had to face angry audience.

-         Yes. But I don’t agree the final decision.

-          Why?

-          My winner was number four.

-          Really?

-          Sure!

-          So… thanks.

-          Thans? Why?

-          I’m number four.

-          What?

In fact, when lights allowed I saw better that guuy, and it was him.

-         Are you going out?

-          Yes. This socks.

-          I’m goinh out too.

-          Let’s go! I mean, if you don’t mind.

We left the disco and walked for a while talking about the decision, the evident cheating, and some training secrets. I liked that guy because he was simpler but sure of himseld, like he demonstrated when he performed. I commented him that.

-         Thank you. One of my dreams was being a model, but casting directors rejected me because of my skin color.

-          What’s wrong with it?

-          I’m dark.

-          Stupid casting directors. It’s the better color to highlight muscles.

-          Are you sure?

-          Yes. Have yu seen Muscle & Fitness. People like me have to be made up totally darker.

-          I never knew that.

-          I saw a M&F once.

-          I have lots at home.

-         Really?

-          Yes. Are you interested in having them?

-          I’d like it.

-          Come with me!

We got my home, an apartment near downtown, and I get out all the magazines I gathered on a pile.

My friend wasn’t home because he went to the beach with his girlfriend.

-         View all and select those you prefer. Do you want anything?

-          Well, a banana shake.

-          So, working a banana shake for the champion!

When I returned with the cold beverage, I found him so focused.

-         Here you have it.

-          Thank you… A question… but please, don’t get angry.

-          No. what?

-          Are you… homo… sexual?

I got surprised. For a little while my brain was overwhelmed.

- Yes. I am. Does it bother you?

- No, absoluttelly.

- so why did you ask me that?

- Because I found this.

He gave me a Torso Magazine. The evidence was unobjectable.

-         Well, it’s just one.

-          I found other three, actually.

-          Excuse me. It was not my inttention.

-          Relax. I ever was curious about those magazines.

-          Really?

-          Yes. When I went to Piura once, I saw it on a newsstand, but I feared to ask, yoou know, because …

-          I understand.

-          And do you know if those pictures are difficult to do?

-          I don’t guess so. If you have all the equipment, I think it’s easy.

-          Can I share a secret?

-          Sure!

-          I’d like to pose this way.

-          Why?

-          I have a good body, good style, good expression, and… and…. You know… a big tool.

-          It’s OK.

-          I don’t want to dissapoint you.

-         No, man. I’d like do it too.

-          Really?

-          Yes, man. I did some pics using a miror. I have them in my lap-top.

-          Wow! Do you have a camera?

-          Yes.

-          I’d like doing some pics like this. Do you think it’s possible now?

-          Maybe, but it’s night. We need lots of light like day.

-          Oh. I see.

-          However… we can do a test.

Using my camera, he performed a strip-tease. If his live performance was great, imagine him on pics.

He got naked. And played with the camera, until showing an erection. Indeed, his dick is big and fat.

Then, I performed like a model and he took the camera. I got an erection too, and I noted his was still on.

I downloaded pics in my lap-top and called him to see them together.

His bone was still hard.

When we finished to see the gallery, we were still naked. He was still hard.

-         Thanks for doing this.

-          It was great.

-          What about me? What’s my best body part?

-          Look. All your body is perfect.

-          Even my dick?

-          Even your dick.

-          I have other secret.

-          Which one?

-          I’d like to be a porn star.

-          Wow! That’s interesting.

-          But I don’t know if I perform right.

-          And what do you propose?

-          Can you help me?

-          How?

-          Performing.

I cared his body, rub his dick, and inmediatly suck it.My tongue tasted his bone and balls.

Then, we got my bed and he started to fuck me.

First he lift my legs over his shoulders,  then doggie style, he seated over a chair and I pumping my ass over him, I held on the window and he inserting me his dick. Over the bed again, he over me, then, he put me over my arm, hip and one leg aside.

He finally cummed over my balls, as I cummed over my stomach.

He took around one hour since I sucked his dick until his white fluid came out.

-         So?

-          Excellent! Great! Terrific!

-          You’re foreigner. Now you know about my talent… do you think you can help me?

-          I have some friends in Germany. I can write him and send today’s pics.

-          Do it.

-          I’ll do it.

-          Thannk you so much.

Then he kissed me.

Next morning, I sent the photos and my friends in Munich say this guy has a big talent (his dick or what? I’m kidding).

Now I’m arranging some paperwork to be his manager, and to produce his first photo session in Piura locations.

I promise you’ll see him very soon in your favorite magazine. I hope SOPA allows it.

©2012 Hunks of Piura Entertainmet. Practice safe sex. Eber!

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SOT-2013-003: El enfermero de Año Nuevo

29DIC2012

10:08

Un ruido en la pared del costado me despierta, como si alguien estuviera mobiendo cosas. Soy un policía recién graduado, tengo 20 años, y me han destacado a una ciudad cerca del mar aquí en Piura. Soy de Trujillo, y acepté esta primera responsabilidad para ir haciendo méritos en mi hoja de servicios. Por eso, incluso, acepté hacer dos guardias seguidas con la esperanza de que me den libre el 31 y poderme escapar a Máncora, que está a una hora y media de camino.

Alquilo un cuarto donde tengo lo básico: mi cama, una tele, mi cómoda con ropa, unos DVD.

Esta madrugada regresé como a las 4:00, y todo lo que quiero es dormir.

Me coloco una toalla a la cintura, pues estoy desnudo (siempre duermo así), y salgo a ver qué pasa.

Hay cajas en la puerta del costado. Deduzco que alguien se está mudando, pues ese cuarto ha estado descoupado por dos meses. Justo sale un muchacho blanco, joven, quizás unos 20 a 22 años, vistiendo un polo manga cero y un short de tela. se le nota fibroso, por lo que creo que hace deporte.

“Hola”, me dice, mientras recoge y entra unas cajas. Nos presentamos. Se trata de un enfermero que viene a hacer su año de prácticas. Adentro del cuarto, hay otro muchacho que conozco de vista, y que efectivamente trabaja en el hospital de la ciudad. Nos saludamos a lo lejos, y regreso a mi cuarto, juzgando que no necesita mi ayuda.

Me quito la toalla y me recuesto en mi cama. Mientras vuelvo a quedarme dormido, escucho vagamente que comentan sobre mí. Si algo me gusta de este cuarto es que hay tal silencio, que, de vez en cuando, sientes el ruido de la calle, o de los otros cuartos, por lo que puedes dormir tranquilo.

“¿Has visto el cuerpazo que se maneja ese tombo?”, escucho que alguien pregunta. Aparentemente el nuevo vecino. ¿Será…? Pero eso no tiene nada de raro, hasta en el trabajo me han comentado sobre mi contextura: soy trigueño, alto, fornido, y con el cabello corto, me veo más atractivo aún, lo reconozco. Incluso, entreno en el gimnasio de vez en cuando, al punto que una vez el instructor me pregunto si quería concursar en una competencia de fitness, pero mi comando no lo autorizó, diciendo que ésas son mariconadas.

 

18:22

Regreso a mi cuarto luego de jugar un partidito de fútbol, y tomar sólo una cerveza, como para aplacar la sed, cuando lo encuentro sentado en el suelo al costado de la baranda del balcón, pues vivimos en un segundo piso, leyendo.

Se para a saludarme.

“¿Y qué planes para el 31?”, le pregunto.

“Tengo guardia. Además, nos ponemos en alerta roja”, me explica.

Afortunadamente, yo creo que el 31 me iré a Máncora. Incluso ya quedé con un colega para irnos en su carro.

Quedamos en ir a cenar juntos a la pensión que tengo. Luego voy a ver a una chica que estoy enamorando, para invitarla a pasar año Nuevo conmiho, y ver si acepta algo más.

 

31DIC2012

10:36

Mi comando me manda una nota de urgencia, diciendo que tendré que hacer guardia esa noche. Voy a ver a mi superior, pero me dice que tienen que desplazar personal porque tienen que resguardar un evento, y hay información de Inteligencia de que será algo ‘movido’, y en todo caso, me ofrece mas bien ir a reemplazar a alguno de mis compañeros que irán allá. Le digo que prefiero quedarme en la Jefatura.

A última hora le aviso a mi amigo que no iré, y el teléfono de la chica está apagado.

 

1ENE2013

4:20

Terminado mi turno, me voy acon un compañero a una fiesta cerca de mi cuarto. Tengo rabia y frustración, y comienzo a beber sin sentido.

 

7:32

Regreso a mi cuarto. En la puerta me topo con mi vecino, el enfermero. Abre la puerta del edificio. Entramos. Me pregunta cómo me fue. Como estoy evidentemente borracho, trato de hablar lo menos posible. Él sube las escaleras delante de mí, y puedo ver cómo sus nalgas danzan rítmicamente debajo de su pantalón de tela. parece que no se hubiera puesto ropa interior.

Entro a mi cuarto, y me desvisto, como es mi costumbre, para ir a dormir. Justo cuando me voy a desplomar sobre mi cama, tocan mi puerta. Sin cubrirme, abro. Es el enfermero. “A lo mejor quieres tomarte esto. Es bueno para la resaca”. Siento sus ojos explorándome de arriba abajo. “Entra”, le digo. Aún sigue con su uniforme puesto. “Siéntate”, le invito. Me pongo a buscar una botella de agua. “espero que no te escandalices de ver a un hombre calato”, le sigo diciendo. “Tranquilo. Siempre los veo, aunque…” me intriga que no haya terminado la frase. “Aunque qué”, le replico. Se queda callado. Me tomo la pastilla, y me pongo de pie frente a él, quien está sentado sobre mi cama. “Aunque no de un cuerpo tan bonito como el tuyo”.

“¿Te gusta?”

El enfermero se sonroja. Me sonrío.

“¿Tú haces deporte?”

“Algo de voley. A veces salgo a correr, planchas, abdominales, esas cosas”.

“¿Voley? Debes tener buenas piernas entonces”.

“No creo”, me dice siempre sonriendo.

Sin pedir permiso, comienzo a tantearle sus muslos. Los tiene duros.

“Puta, huevón. Las tienes como roca”.

“Tú también tienes bonitas piernas”.

“Tócalas si quieres”.

“¿Puedo?”

“Claro. A confianza”.

El enfermero comienza a pasear sus manos por mis muslos, los costados, los abductores, pero evita rozarme mis testículos. Luego salta a mi pantorrilla. Al sentarse de nuevo su suave cabello me roza mi pene que omienza a crecer.

“No has revisado bien mis abductores”, le digo.

“Sí lo hice”.

“Revísalos todos”.

Vuelve a pasar sus manos por ellos, y me roza mis testículos. Me volteo.

“Toca”, le digo.

Ahora me acaricia mis femorales, y mis glúteos.

“Tienes bonita espalda”. Me comenta.

“Pero me estás tocando el culo”, le respondo.

“Disculpa”.

Me volteo. Mi pene está erecto.

“¿Y ahora qué opinas?”.

“Tienes bonito… bonitos pectorales y brazos… y abdominales”.

“¿Y mi huevo?”

El enfermero me sonríe, y se pone a verlo.

“Es grande y grueso, aunque algo arqueado”.

“O sea no te gusta”.

El enfermero me mira y se vuelve a sonreir.

“Tócame. Soy tu paciente”.

Tímidamente, el muchacho comienza a masturbarme. Algo de líquido pre-seminal se asoma en la punta. Comienzo a respirar hondo. Es una sensación bien placentera.

“¿Tienes condón?”, me pregunta.

Le saco uno, me lo pone, y comienza a chupármelo. Jadeo.

Tras unos minutos, se pone de pie, y comienza a desvestirse. Compruebo que sí tiene ropa interior, pero es un boxer bien chiquito. Se lo saca, se pone en cuatro en mi cama, y me ofrece sus blancas y redonditas nalgas. Comienzo a penetrarlo suavemente. Mi pene tiene unos 18 centímetros, más o menos. Lo bombeo así por unos minutos, hasta que le pido que se acueste boca abajo en mi cama.

“Levanta tu culo”, le ordeno. Lo hace, y se lo meto con fuerza. Él gime de dolor, creo. Ahora lo bombeo con más fuerza. Todos mis sentimientos se agolpan en ese instante: la frustración por no haber cumplido mis planes, la excitación que me causa esa chica que conocí, la injusticia de pasar mi Año Nuevo trabajando. De pronto veo, cómo en mi espejo de pared, y yo estoy encima del enfermero ‘metiéndole huevo’, como se dice vulgarmente. Él lo disfruta. Puedo ver su cara que me dic que quiere más y más.

Le beso la nuca, y me levanta más su trasero, además de agitarlo.

Doy un rugido y le suelto mi semen. Jadeo fuertemente a medida que mis testículos se vacían.

 

12:16

Despierto. El enfermero está durmiendo a mi costado, desnudo. Yo también lo estoy. Lo despierto.

“¿Tienes hambre?”, le pregunto.

“Un poco. Quizás un ceviche”, me dice.

“Ya pues. Cambipemonos”.

Se pone su ropa. Va a abrir la puerta de mi cuarto.

“¿Oye, ¿algo pasó aquí?”, le pregunto.

“¿Aquí? Nada. Estábamos… cansados. Nada más”, me responde sonriendo. Termina de vestirse y sale.

El resto del día no hemos vuelto a hablar del tema, aunque hemos ido a la cama un par de veces más.

 

Recopilado por SOT. ©2013 Hunks of Piura Entertainment. Escribe al autor: hunks.piura@gmail.com o deja tu comentario aquí.

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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