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 Pioneer Freddy

He is one of the first Piurano men in posing naked and hard-boned, much before than Pedro Bomba, with a little diference – his pics were a totally Made-in-Piura production.
For almost a year, the pics were available on LatinoCaliente Peru website until it was shut down, in 2007.
Freddy was born at Quiroz Valley in 1982. when he was 17, he entered Peruvian Army being trained as a comando.
But when he got it out, three years later, he found a new passion: bodybuilding.
And it was not the only one, because when Latino Caliente proposed him to pose nude, he didn’t say – no.
As Hunks of Piura acquired the rights of those pics, we met Freddy for knowing him much more. He is 1,65 m height, currently 70 kg weight, athletic body and a 20 cm fat stick.
On this interview, he reveals some behind the scenes, and how he felt showing his muscles and his big cock.

HUNKS OF PIURA: How did you accepted to make those pics?
FREDDY: I don’t remember. I was at the gym, then Latino Caliente asked me for that, and I said – yes. He said I could work as an adult model.

HOP: Whose idea was posing nude and hard?
F: His actually. But I didn´t mind about it. I had a good body, so for me ithere was no problem.

HOP: Was difficult get erected?
F: Not, actually. We were alone at a gym, so nobodistracted us. Maybe, the boring thing was holding erection, because, each shot needed some preparation. Then, between shots, we lost time remaking erection.

HOP: What did you do?
F: Well… he helped me a little (smiles).

HOP: How?
F: Well… he sucked my dick and balls. That’s why I got a wet dick in two or three shots.

HOP: Was it easy for you? We mean, let a man suking your penis?
F: In the beginning, no, but he did it so good, so I finally enjoyed it.

HOP: Did Latino published the photos?
F: Yes, he did it in December 2002. and they were online until 2004. but I asked him for discontinuing them.

HOP: Why?
F: Because I was afraid somebody in Piura could find them… bbut nothing of that happened.

Did you pose nude and hard after this?
F: No, I didn´t. It was the only one. However, I made other pics, but only nudes, not erection.

HOP: Yeah! But frontal nudes!
F: Yes (smiles). When I made the first session, I was 20. the other ones were when I was 24.

HOP: Why didn’t you accept to pose hard?
F: Because I didn’t want, but those pics are sexy.

HOP: Tell us about your first session. What does it have as special?
F: In the first session, I stripped until get naked, well, and hard too. But Latino took negatives, because it was produced on film, and digitalized them for getting a special texture, like a fractal one.

HOP: But we can see your hard dick?
F: (Laughs) Yes! Yes! Yes! You can see it but the rest of shot is great too.

HOP: Yes, they doesn’t look like porno ones.
F: The other sesions are totally digital, not processed, so you can see me as I was. Oh! There are some little raw videos too.

HOP: Why didn’t you make porno films?
F: Latino told me for making ones, but having sex with other men. I didn’t accepted because I wanted to do it with women.

HOP: So you lost the chance.
F: Not totally. I worked as a trainer, bodyguard, watchman.

HOP: Only that?
F: (Laughs) OK, OK. I worked as an escort too.

HOP: With men or women?
F: (Long silence) Both.

HOP: Who pay better?
F: Well… men.

HOP: What do you do currently?
F: I wanna open a suplements store. I was working as a trainer at a gym, but I quit because owners preferred other guy and they didn’t respected my job.

HOP: How do you feel about your photos’ releasing?
F: I hope people purchase them. There are more than 100 high-quality photos, special for nude male art lovers, who like Latino and Piurano men.

HOP: Will you pose nude and hard again?
F: I don’t know. I wanna get a better body. I entered in a bodybuilding contest last October, but I didn’t win anything.

HOP: why?
F: Because jury wanted massive bodies. I got but not much as others.

HOP: so, you would pose nude… and hard?
F: According to the proposal. But don’t say that to my girlfriend. She is jealous.

HOP: Bad luck! But can yu show us your dick?
F: Well… I don’t know… OK, but for a little, OK?

HOP: Sure!
F (gets down his short and show us the asleep cock): So?

HOP: It’s really big!
F: (Smiles) Yes! It is…

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Hunk01

Nickname: Hunk01
Age: 35
Height: 1.67 m
Weight:69 kg
Endowment: Lenght 14 cm: Round 11 cm:
Other body stats: Shoulders:117 cm Chest: 100 cm Abs: 83 cm Hips (include buttocks) 90 cm : Upper leg 55 cm : Calves 35 cm: Pumped biceps: 35 cm
Favorite colors to get dressed: blue, red, white.
Favorite underware Slips, briefs : Color: white, black, blue, red.
Sports that I practice: Cardio, weight-lifting, trekking, climbing.
Music that I prefer: Alternative, country, folk fusion. Pop, rock, Caribbean Classics.
Favorite hobby: Writing, having sex, traveling, knowing people.
I like: Other hunks psicologically mature, independent, professional or studying something really interesting; who likes to do exercise. Reading, talking about everything, appreciating art, and interested in building friendship so much. Oh, who likes sex with no more complications no thinking about relationship but pleasure.
My Golden quote: Just set you free and feel it yourself, not damaging anyone.

When, how and whom was your first experience?
I don’t have idea, but I remember when I was 14, I seduced a classmate. He was 15. He was a hunk – actually he useed to swim, play soccer and go to the gym. His dick got 16 cm and it was the first I felt with much pleasure inside my ass. We had sex many times at my home and his.

When, how and whom was your best experience until date?
Actually two. The first one was 15 years ago with an Education student. He was 22, and I was 20. He got a hunk body and he was the first that reated me with care: kisses, rubbing,penetration without pain (his dick is 18 cm!). When he cummed, put his chest and slept with me almost until 6 am.
The second one was with a Wong Supermarket employee. He worked lifting boxes, so he got a hunk body. As he was versatile, I could enjoy both front and back. All his body was ripped, so getting him nude was a dream. It happened six years ago.
Now I’m exploring a friend with a 17.cm dick. He is dscovering his gay dimension, but I’m dreaming of our psychology consultant.

How and whom do you have your ultimate fantasy?
Having sex with Fernando Carrillo, César quispe, Tom Welling, Jaime Camil, Julio Camejo, Jesús Vazquez… or my trainer, who has a great ass. I don’t care about places. I just want to suck, penetrate, get penetrate, cum and be cummed, and seal all this with kisses and hughs. No romance please.

Do you prefer to tease, to be teased, anyway? How?
Both has its atractive part. That I demand is not losing masculinity. For me, men are men, not kinda women. Strong, fit and masculines.

What do you hate to do (and that people request for)?
Saying things I don’t like as “I love you”. Other thing I hate is treating violently.

What do you hate people make you (and that they request for it too)?
Introducing fingers or objects in my ass, bitting any body part, or treating with violence. Leaving marks in neck or other parts is something I hate so much.

What’s your most sensitive body part?
All my body!

What’s your less sensitive body part?
My feet, I guess.

What is that you find most attractive in the other person?
A fit body, good dick and ass, and chest, and abs, and legs and arms, and back… stead character, good talking and trating, somebody natural.

What is that you find quite repulsive in the other person?
Feminine manners, people who think themselves as pretty stars. Or somebody who believes that a sex meeting is a romantic relationship starting. Oh, so thin or so fat people.

Do you mind in making it with more than one person? How many?
Not actually. Five is a good number, but I’m open to any chance.

How do you consider yourself: homosexual, bisexual or heterosexual? Why?
Homosexual opened to any way to enjoy, because I think it’s not about your own tag but the maturity and fredom that you have when you assume your sexuality.

What’s your favorite role? Tell us.
Any. I don’t mind about it.

What do you want to say eberybody? Get the space!
Uncomplicated people is welcome to my life, even if they receive payment for having sex. Love the humankind, practice sports, appreciate and learn some art. Study, read, don’t believe in the first you listen at. Be innocent as pigeons and smarrt as lions (or something like this, as Matthew Gospel says). Make a difference, care Nature, don’t worry, be happy!

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Miguel Rosas: “There’s still a belief the male nude is obscene.”

Let’s know something else about the Peruvian plastic artist & painter who encourages us to undress  for making art.

 

What about “the man’s naked body is beautiful” is not something new –we show it here among other stuff. But what about a Peruvian plastic artists has dared to print and show it in public – that’s called being gutsy, indeed.

 

We’re not talking about boys in nuts taken out from his imagination. Miguel Rosas (Lima, Peru, January 19, 1992) draws and paints males who who get naked before him at his workshop, so he goes printing them feature by feature, muscle by muscle, inch by inch, even the penis or the testicles.

 

Miguel Rosas Drew since a child but he had to submit to the exigency for studying a career paying his bills. He chose economy. But an accident that left him disabled to walk for some months focused him on the drawing and painting – it helped him as a therapy.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

The issue is Miguel drew what everybody draws. You know, landscapes, traditions, stuff anyway. Then, he broke the frontier once upon a day and traced naked boys. He didn’t only traced them – he made they fully undress for making them immortal.  He didn’t make them to undress – he exposed them whoever wishing to see them.

 

This Lima-native plastic artists & painter granted us worthy minutes of his time for talking something else about his art and what is inside the creative process.

 

How did you get to hold strong on your decision to draw and paint male bodies?

It was something I wanted to experience of art in the beginning. I already had made other topics in painting but I wanted to paint male nude, then I continued because of the fascination I have when I make my works.  It’s a experience I enjoy by drawing the lines, adding the color, getting to print the male beauty.

 

Were you afraid of it, anytime?

Yes, I was. In the beginning, I thought if I painted male bodies, and nudes overall, I couldn’t post due I could break out reactions against because it’s most common in art to see the female nude. But I was overcoming these fears.

 

How did you overcome them?

In the process to make the paintings and meeting the models who performed, I was realizing what I made was such as wonderful or more, like the rest of the art – I should continue to make it.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

How would you rate that first session with your first model posing nude?

It was good. It was a friend of mine who posed for that occasion – I felt very comfortable. I liked much the result too, I could learn much from that first experience.

 

Was it easy to propose the nude to your friend?

It wasn’t much. He already had posed for me but dressed. I had to convince him to pose nude for making some drawings and a painting. The trust he had to me was what he motivated in the end.

 

Art by Miguel Rosas. Continue reading for more information.

 

In your experience, does the Peruvian male get nude easily for being printed in a drawing or a painting?

No, he doesn’t. Many prefer to pose with some clothes fearing to show their bulge to other folk. Also, there’s still a belief the male nude is obscene as to be represented in art.

 

Why isn’t obscene to print a male nude?

Because the art is free and the male nude is part of Nature. The idea it’s obscene, or not, depends more on the culture of the people in a determined part of the world.

 

But it persists the fear to show without clothes, especially the penis, the testicles, or the buttocks, doesn’t it?

Yes, it does. There’s a conservative culture of modesty to show the bulge.

 

Peruvian Pre-Hispanic cultures represented hard penis. Even, there’s an actual controversy about pottery seeming a hard penis. In your judge, is art to show a hard-on?

Sure. The art shows every stage of people’s life. If it’s possible to represent an action like the work, eating, sleeping, why not the sex or a hard-on too?

 

So, why so much scandal when a boy decides to pose showing his hard penis, or ejaculating inclusive?

Because aside the artists, the rest of people don’t have that artistic background  because they don’t have much contact to the art. Other reason is because this kind of art is not usual, this is just exposing to the public.

 

And we, the men, art pieces by definition, aren’t we?

Of course. We are an art piece of the Creation.

 

Miguel Rosas gave us some of his pieces those the social media have banned, what you can see them all here without fear we disappear from the cyberspace.

 

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Sea, sun and surf

I’m a photographer living in LAX. I work for a magazine doing sports pics.
I’m the youngest at newsroom. Indeed, I’m 24. however, my editor assigned me stories that a veteran would.
Not only great pictures are my passion, but sea, sun and surf.
The first time I discovered Joseph Myska, I wondered myself if I could reach that kind of quality.
As I surf too, sometimes I went to Santa Monica or Malibu to get tubes, and bodies to shot. I could make some interesting photos with amateur surfers who wanted to be a little famous, and eventually I could publish some on the magazine.
It was a story about hidden talents, but the nuder I could print was pecs, backs and lower legs covered by long bermudas.
I continued working until I got stressed,
“You need vacation,” my editor said.
“You’re kidding. I’m OK”, I denied.
“Look. You’re one of my best hounds. Take some days off. When you get back, I Promise I’ll give you a cover story,” he replied.
Almost arguing, I went on vacation,but where?
Winter started even in the West Coast, so I took a NG map, pasted on the wall, and threw a little arrow.
I didn’t believe where it landed!

So here I am – Mancora, Peru.
For a while, I though it was a very bad idea to trust on my hand strength. But a Peruvian friend of mine, in West Hollywood, told me great things about this beach. Did I mention West Hollywood? Well, yes, I admit – I like men.
I don’t see nothing remarkable. It’s such as Kolkatta but very little.
Was my friend seeing a sucker face on me? I don’t hope so.
Okay, it’s almost midnight and I gotta get a place to sleep. Fortunately, I fell in a little hotel, not a luxury marvel, not the swamp house, but quite decento dream of heaven, and waking up with the waves music.
After leaving California almost twenty hours bfore, the miracle happened. I got deeply slept.

Five hours an half later, waves called me. I opened my window, and sky was painted in a strange combination of red-brown and light blue. Forecast for today: no clouds, buddies. This is good news.
I wore my speedo, took my camera, and went out to explore that place with nobody there.
Waves were pretty highh, and that was the bad news – my board is home, in the US!
OK, I got my camera and landscape is interesting, then I take photos.
I watch to the sea, and I realize that I was not the only who came to the ocean early on a Saturday morning. Inside the water, some surfers are riding right now.
One of them comes to me, well not for me but direct to my side.
He’s a young boy, my same age, I guess. His defined body calls my attention. He’s not the regular guy, the white one tanned by sun. He’s the typical Latino man, dark sking, black curly hair, no body hair, nice face.
For any unexplainable reason, I don’t shot at him.

I had breakfast at eight. Some sandwiches, coffee. A boy left a flyer on my hand. I understood a little because it was in Spanish, but I knew it was advertising something.
The hotel’s owner finished to explain me all this. So I got back my room, looked for my press ID, and went to it.
The surfing contest was almost to start. I could enter showing my press ID.
The only weird thing is I’m the only photographer in speedos. The other colleagues maybe thoutgh I was crazy. I didn’t mind about it, because next to me there was an African-Peruvian man with a bitty tanga. “He’s a famous model,” other guy told me.
Contestants started to surf. Competence after competence happened, but I got zero pics.
Suddenly, I saw him. The boy that atracted to me hours earlier was in there.
I didn’t lose time. First shots started to fill my memory stick.
He wore black bermudas, that defined his hunk body (a model body, actually), and ran over a white board with a rare blue strip.
Maybe it was my impression, but he noted I was pointing him out when he was resting, after a competence. He smiled gently. It was of my best shots.
Before two, the champion was awarded – not him.
I didn’t take photos of the winner. I followed capturing him, with an expression in his face, only when you realize you were defeated.

That night there was parties everywhere, and some tourists I knew invited me to them.
I preferred to turn on my lap-top, put my memory stick and downloaded images.
When all of them were at the computer, I started to run and select. That means see, analyse, and save or delete.
I was doing that, when somebody knocked my door.
As I was nude, I put a towel over my hips and went to open. “The party announcers,” I said.
The surfer was there.
“Hola,” he said.
“Hi,” I answered. Damn it! Why I didn’t do it in Spanish?... and naked! Well, I covered my private parts with the towel, but my ass was with nothing over. But remember I use to surf, so I got a hunk body too.
“Do you speak English, right?”
“Yes, and you?”
“A little.”
“Not problem.”
“Your are busy?”
“Busy? Me? Nah! Only seing pics. Do you want to enter?”
“What?”
“¿Quieres entrar?”.
“Sí, digo – yes!”

He was wearing a red t-shirt and a white bermuda , like the Peruvian flag.
“Pretty photos!”
“Nice photos?”
“Yes, nice.”
I skipedp many of landscapes and ocean, and displayed his.
“Look!”
He was on screen. Then I saw a new expression on his face, like a baby seeing himself on a mirror for the very first time.
“That’s you!”
He started to smile, and some tears appeared on his eyes. Then, he hughed me. Yes, a hugh!
And as nothing is totally perfect, the towel fell on the floor. I only responsed that hugh.
“What happens?”
“My photos are pretty,” he said sobbing.
“I can save them for you.”
“What?”
“Te las puedo grabar”.
“No. Tenlas tú”.
“What?”
“They’re yours.”
“But this is you!”
“Thank you.”
“You have many photos of you? ¿Tienes fotos tuyas?”
“No.”
“So?”
Then, he cared my face. I did the same on his. He cared my shoulder. I did on his… t-shirt. As I said, nothing is totally perfect.
“You’re naked.”
“Yes.”
“Do you go to the gym?”
“No. I surf.”
“You surrf?”
“Yes.”
“But I’m not naked like you.”
“So?”
He smiled again, stood up, and took his t-shirt and his bermuda off – he got as naked as me. If the black bermuda revealed a Greek God’s body, in that moment, I didn’t have any doubt – it was better that I though! His muscles were perfect from head to feet. Oh, and in the middle, a lovely and bold dick that started to grow.
He sat down next to me on the bed, cared me again, and me too.
Then, he kissed on my mouth – a warm and sincere kiss.
We rolled on the bed many times. When we stopped, I could feel our cocks so hard. Using his mouth, he got a way to mine. He reached my bush, and started to suck my 7,6 inches for a long time. I just opened my legs and used my ankles for caring his back. He left my dick and started to lick my balls and going under, so I lifted my legs up, because I wanted he assaulted my asshole. He understood that and rimmed me making that it got wider.
“I wanna fuck you,” he said.
“Do it!”
He got a condom and a lub sachet from his bermuda, and sat all up for action.
His cock penetrated me such as I didn’t feel any pain. The last time I had sex before that once was during a football match coverage in Anaheim, about six months before with a football player who left my ass so ached for a couple of days. What was happening now? When surfer’s cock was totally inside me, he moved quite strongly, making lusty sounds everytime his hips splatted my buttocks. He didn’t stop to kiss me on mouth and neck. I didn’t stop to care his back and hard gluteus, with my hands.
When it seemed an upcoming cumming, he stopped. He sat another condomup, and put it on my hard dick. Then the lub.
“Fuck me, gringo!”
He sat down over my stick and started to go down, until all it was inside him.
I couldn’t believe this!
He started to ride me, while he rubbed his perfect eight inches of hard meat. It was too much for one person, so I helped to care it fastly.
Saturday night. Two lovers of sea, sun and surf fucking in a modest Mancora hotel room, breathing deeply because of pleasure, feeling each part of our ripped bodies, something that my camera can’t catch easily. How did you do, Joseph Myska?
Suddenly, he tilt his head up and breathed deeplier than before, and sperm landed over my chest and abs (actually, some drops went until my neck).
As his asshole got narrow, my orgasm was matter of seconds.
He fell over me and hold me hard. Our bodies were plenty of sweat. We kissed again and again and again…

Sunday. Twenty before six in the morning. A surfer is resting his head over my shoulder while his hand is pushing one of my nipples. Waves are calling out there to surf.
“I like the sound of the ocean.”
“So do I.”
“What?”
“Yo también”.
“My English is bad.”
“You need practice.”
He left the bed, went to open the window. The softlight of that hour gave him a unique texture I only saw at Myska’s photos. I rolled a little, got my camera, and made some shots.
“What?”
“Wait.”
I downloaded the pics. A Greek, I mean, a Peruvian, Andean God painted in light blue, naked, seeing thru an opened window. Amazing!
“Do you like it?”
He saw the pics and reacted like the night before.
“This is me?”
“Yes. You’re as cute as any model.”
“Model?”
“Yeah! Un modelo.”
“Your model.”
“OK. My model.”
We went back to the bed to feel our bodies again until our sticky milk left us together until sun was raised up.

A week later I returned to job. I was reading my assignment board. When my editor came to me.
“My hound is back! How was your vacation?”
“Great. You took a fucking right decision on me.”
“Did I?”
“Yes. You did!”
“OK. Fella. Let’s go to work and kick some asses!”
I got back home at seven and turned on my computer. He’s online.
Nice week. I write.
Yes!, he says.
Are you ready?, I reply.
Yes!, he puts.
OK. Let’s proceed…
Next month, Los Angeles City, and especially beaches will be different for me. A sea, sun and surf lover is almost to conquer those sands and some adult magazine covers. Do you guess who’s the official photographer and agent? Yes! Me.

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A big surprise with my guide

I study Biology and I’m interested in rain forests because of their dynamics of life around the water.

Some friends of mine told me about Peru, and especifically of Piura, where you can find this ecosystem in the Andes.

My inttention was to know more about it to make an essay for one of my subjects, so I traveled to here.

I knew Ayabaca and Huancabamba and they semed pretty amazing to me.

But I don’t pretend to tell you about it, but about it happened to me in Huancabamba with a guy.

As I came to that city,I decided to visit some forests near it where transportation is not available.

I met some folks referred by a friend of mine in Europe, and they suggested me to go by cycle with a dude, who could guide me. I said OK, and we contacted the guy.

We met him at Huancabamba Main square, where my new friends explained him what I needed. I was lucky because this guy accepted so enthusiastic and we made an appointment for the next morning, so early at six.

He horned me exatly ten to six. After a

fast, light breakfast (he advised to me about jumping on the road), we departured to the forest about one hour and a half from the city.

While I was gathering information, he looked what I was doing so focused. I started to explain him every thing I was watching at, looking for, and expecting about my work.

As it was almost ten o’clock, the sun started to warm all that space. He took his swater off and I got impressed by his body. When we were going up, I could feel a hard back, and sometimes a hard ass an legs due to the cycle shaked both and pulled me forward, so the contact was unavoidable. He didn’t look to be unconfortable, but I assumed the path didn’t give us other chances.

So his chest and arms were stretching his t-shirt, and when he turned around, I got a fantastic view of his rounded buttock.

I’m quite athletic, not much ripped but aesthetic. A little detail – I’m blonde hairy.

I wore tight drill pants and a boxer as underware, so my erection was not easy to hide, especially because my cock is 17 cm, bold with big balls.

I just had finished my work so I waited until my erection ceased to go back. It happened ten minutes after he surprised me with that discovery.

In our way back, he porposed to go to a fall called Citam, near Sóndor town, and taking a little bath there.

“But I don’t have a swimwware”, I observed.

“Don’t worry. There are no people now there, and we can stay naked. We are male too, so that’s n problem or what?”

When I heard that, my cock experienced another erection…

We arrived to that beautiful place. A little fall that formed a lagoon, and, in fact, no more people but both.

He undressed and he made all my wonderings get far out. He’s got a real hunk body! All was right from head to feet. His unhairy body was ideal for making photos.

He entered in the lagoon and started to swim.

I undressed too, but giving him my back not for showing my hard cock. When he was under the water, I entered it, and I hoped the cold temperature of the liquid decrease my evident excitement. At least, I got to hide it.

It was one o’clock, and we sat down over a rock in the rim to get dry.

I was so relaxed, so my penis returned to his more ‘decent’ size.

We talked about the trip while water drops run over our bodies.

Then, it was a silence time, that he broke.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”, he asked.

“No. I don’t. and you?”

“Yes, but she’s a girl I look for when I wanna fuck.”

“So, it’s not serious.”

“No. I only like the way she moves when I put my dick inside her.”

He was looking at the lagoon, and when he finished to say that, I could see how his tool started to grow up becoming really big and hard… bigger than mine, but so hard as mine, because on this moment, I got erected again.

“Wow, man! What a dick you have”, he said smiling.

“Oh, sorry.”

“don’t mention it. We are male, alright.”

“Oh… well… and yours is big.”

“Do you think so?”

“It’s evident.”

“Well, that gal says I make her to ache when I fuck her.”

“I see.”

He stood up, and got dressed again.

“Let’s go back.”

I didn’t see that man the rest of the day. My friends came to see me and went out to eat something and exchanging experiences about environment.

At midnight, I returned to my hotel.

I undressed to go to the bed as I use. I turned on the TV, and it was tuned on an adult channel. I wanted to change it but I was alone, so why not watching some of that? I had not watched porn since I left Belgium, and a little masturbation could not be bad for finishing that night.

Then, somebody knocked my door. I opened. It was the hunk.

“Sleeping?”

“No. come in.”

“Wow! It’s a little warm here.”

“You say that because I’m naked?”

“For that, and for you’re watching at.”

“Change it, if you prefer.”

“No, I can’t see that here. I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“No. go on.”

We were talking about unimportant things until I got sleep.

Suddenly, I felt a hand touching my dick and hard dick over my crack. I opened my eyes so slowly.

“Sorry, man.”

I turned and I saw him totally nude.

“I know I put you horny.”

“Really? When did you…?”

“Since I took my swater offf this morning and you couldn’t hide your erection.”

“Sorry.”

“You decide. You can get me away from here, or we can make love. What do you say?”

I didn’t answered, I hughed and put him over me. He kissed my mouth deeply and softly.

I cared his back and ass as much as I could. He started to shake rubbing our dicks.

Then he rolled and put me over, opened his legs and lift them letting my dick can point his arse.

We played that game for a long time, turning roles until our milk came out.

It happened other two times along overnight.

The next day we returned to Citam to make him some nude photos (erection included), and then get back my hotel room for finishing that with his cumming before camera.

We pet again until night, and overnight.

The next morning, I had to leave Huancabamba with a request of him to send the pics to an any adult producer.

I did that but I haven’t receive a reply. Maybe it’s matter of time.

But everytime I can, I see that session, take my dick and care it until my cumming coms out. I hope when they are published we can share that, with you and him.

© 2011 Hunks of Piura Entertainment. Always practice safe sex.

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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.