The Calendar Project - Chapter 12

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 12: December (Miles, Jared, Dylan, Casey and Lucas)

It was a full moon and there was definitely something in the air. I could feel it. A vibe.

Lucas and I had been texting each other, but we had not met since we had fucked a couple days before.

I was supposed to join some of the guys at their dorm for the final picture of the calendar.

Three weeks after the frat party I had reluctantly gone to, the project was coming to an end.

As soon as the December picture would be ready, I would start the pre-sale and pre-savings before launching the printing of the physical copies.

It was both exciting and terrifying.

What if it was a huge flop?

For now, I was not sure who would be there for the final group shot.

Even Lucas had left some uncertainty about his participation.

I knew he had not mentioned our relationship to anyone, so I was a little apprehensive about how the night would go.

Look at me, already talking about a relationship when we had only fucked once.

Maybe it was just a one-night stand.

I knew that I wanted more, but Lucas had never indicated that he was ready or willing for a more meaningful commitment.

There was this part of me (the well-known self-saboteur) that kept telling me that he was way too good, way too gorgeous, way too fit, and way too popular to be seriously interested in someone like me.

I was supposed to meet the boys in the dorm room that Miles and Jared shared.

I was busy with two large bags and I thought this time, I would not be so stupid and I would help the big studs carry them for me.

We were supposed to go to their gym later in the night; Apparently, Coach Bannon had let them a set of keys.

A little stressed, I knocked on the door.

I could hear people talking and laughing inside.

It was neither Miles nor Jared who opened the door, but Dylan, in what seemed to be his standard attire (shirtless with a pair of short shorts, worn commando).

“Hey, Gab! Welcome to the crib!”

He jumped in my arms, held me super tight, and basically dragged me into the room.

Visibly, Dylan had not gotten any more subtle.

My first thought when I walked in, aside from being half smothered by Dylan’s arms, was the presence of the familiar smell of what could only be a bachelors’ pad.

The scent was a mix of sweat, cheap cologne, and – I could swear it -, the distinctive odor of cum left to dry on a dirty sock or a pair of underwear.

Rather overwhelming.

The second thought was the mountains of muscles (yes, plural) coming at me.

I saw their armpits, biceps, and pecs before I even recognized their faces.

Miles, Jared and Casey came at me altogether to warmly greet me.

“Mister Photographer in our dorm, yee-haw!”

“Wanna grab a beer, Chief?”

“Are you going to the gym or what? You seem fitter than last time, Gabriel!”

I did not know where to look. Too much hotness in a single room.

I loved those guys, they clearly had been drinking a bit, but I also understood that Lucas was not there.

I hoped that it was not a bad sign.

“Hey guys, ready for the last photo-shoot?”

“You bet, we fucking are!”

Casey and Dylan flexed their arms simultaneously.

Once again, it was typical.

“Come sit with us, let’s have a drink before we go to the gym.” Miles invited me to sit right next to him on his bed.

He was in his boxer briefs.

The dorm room was small which made the presence of the four broad and barely naked hunks even more mind-boggling.

They were all shirtless, it was warm, and I sincerely did not know how to act.

I sat down and accepted the cheap can of beer Jared was handing me.

By the way, he had finally gotten rid of his green fluorescent hair. Thank God! (And good for Lauren!)

“What’s all that, Chief?”

Casey pointed at my bags.

“One if for my equipment and the other… I shouldn’t say, I brought some accessories for the shooting but why not keep it a surprise?”

“Should we try to guess?”

“G-strings, thongs and jockstraps, I assume.” Miles winked at me.

“Nah, my Gaby is classier than that.” Dylan replied.

Why did he always think we were so close?

Sure, he had jizzed in my face once, but come on, he was a self-entitled brat.

“If those are big-ass dildos, I’m out!” Casey intervened.

Everybody laughed, including me, and I hastily drank my beer.

It was even funnier for Casey to say that when the last time we had seen each other, he had nutted with my index buried deep in his asshole.

I knew that my blowjobs were no longer a secret within the Lacrosse team but I wondered if Casey had shared his new-found passion for ass play.

He probably thought it was “too gay” to tell his buddies.

We started talking about the technical details of the release of the calendar, and after a few minutes, I felt more comfortable with the guys.

To be fair, they were treating me like one of their own.

I was now convinced that we would stay in touch after the calendar project would be over.

“Maybe we should start walking towards the gym. We cannot stay there all night.” Miles suggested about thirty minutes after I had arrived.

All this time, I had been waiting to see if someone else would be joining us.

“Is anybody else from the team coming or is it the four of you?”

“Wayne is with his girl Lucy, and I think Andrew has a date.”

“What about Lucas?”

I tried to hide the nerves in my voice.

“I think he told us he’d be here but clearly, he’s not.” Jared casually mentioned while putting on a sweatshirt before going outside.

“Maybe he couldn’t make it last minute?”

“I’ll just text him, he’ll join us directly at the gym if he can make it.” Miles settled.

And off we went.

Jared carried the bag with my equipment and Dylan the one with my mysterious accessories.

It was way less heavy.

I had not come with a precise plan for the shooting since I did not know exactly how many models I would have, nor if we would be able to access the entire gym or only part of it.

I had enough confidence in my abilities to know that we would find a great setting in any case.

Besides, I wanted the boys to submit their own ideas and to get involved in the creative part.

“I have an idea!” Dylan stated right away.

Coming from him, it could go many directions, and mainly wild ones!

“Let me guess, jerk off and jizz in the bleachers?!” Casey teased him.

Oh God, this was a real possibility and that made my dick twitch.

“Nah. I was thinking we could get in the buff, normal, and then we’d play Lacrosse inside the gym, or even outside, on the field.”

“Wait… That’s actually a good idea! Guys! That’s the first good idea Dylan’s had in his entire life!” Miles joked.

He received a big slap on his butt as a response.

They could not stop horsing around.

It was true though; it was indeed a great concept for the last picture of the calendar and everyone agreed.

It took them less five minutes until we had arrived at the gym to strip all the way down.

I said it before, and I will say it again, I had the best job in the world!

The guys not only got in their birthday suits but when in a group, it seemed like they were even more shameless.

Somehow, the mob mentality was making them eager to prove that they could not give a fuck.

It was not cool to be shy, prudish or modest.

Dylan was unsurprisingly the one initiating the banters, swinging his fat cock around and running behind his mates to catch them once they were in the nude.

Miles and Jared followed suit in an outrageous “helicoptering” battle.

Jared won.

I will let you guess which part of their anatomy was playing the role of the helicopter.

And Casey blessed us with the ever classy move of sliding his junks between his thighs and bending over so everything was on display from behind.

Appetizing to say the least…

The naked game of Lacrosse had not even started and I already had too much footage on my camera.

That being said, none of them was useable.

The lighting was poor, the guys kept on moving, and their large cocks were appearing in every single one of the shots.

Not that I was complaining!

I also witnessed a pre-game ritual they apparently did before every important competition.

The guys got together, wrapped their arms around their respective waists, and…

“Awhoooooo”

“Awh Awh Awhoooooo”

“Awhoooooo”

“Awh Awh Awhoooooo”

They were wolves, led by their captain, Miles, the Alpha of the pack.

They usually were not naked when doing this, and I assumed that it was not part of the ritual for Dylan to squeeze the bums of Casey on his left and Jared on his right.

Once they were done, they got their sticks in their hands (the Lacrosse sticks, you, pervert!) and they started a game of two versus two.

They explained to me that they had to bend many of the classic rules of Lacrosse to make that work but frankly, I could not tell since I still had no idea of how that sport really worked.

Who cared? Their cocks and butts were swinging and bouncing in every direction. It was all that mattered.

Besides, there were more contacts than what I thought and many times, I witnessed an incidental brushing (or groping) of their hanging genitals.

Marvelous sight.

It was also quite interesting to see how they all got much serious once the quote-on-quote “game” had started.

Their competitive spirit was overshadowing everything else. Even Casey looked focused and determined.

He was teaming up with Dylan for that game.

After a while, it almost seemed like the guys had forgetting they were in the buff. They only cared about the victory.

Jared was pissed that there was no referee to assess of a fault and he almost got into a fight with Dylan.

I would have been concerned it the athletes were not that hot.

Dripping with sweat and finally freed from his atrocious haircut, the “Big Boy” was gorgeous.

Once again, I was not sure the pictures would look great though.

Too much movements, too much cocks in the shot, and the bright light of the gym was definitely not it.

Yet, I did not find it in me to make them stop.

Anytime their backs collided against each other, anytime their shoulders bumped, anytime their cocks poked their opponent’s bare ass, it was sending shockwaves of pleasures inside my brain.

Only when Miles received the Lacrosse ball in his nose and started bleeding, I realized that they had been taking huge risks playing with no protective helmet whatsoever.

The captain insisted to keep playing, “the game’s not over!”, but I was firmly against hurting his notorious pretty face.

Imagine if they were to hit each other with the stick (again, I mean the Lacrosse stick, you, pervert!), things could have gotten much worse.

I called it and insisted that we had to move on.

“Guys, this is not a real competition, remember? We’re shooting a calendar here! You’re playing for show.”

Miles had a tissue over his nose.

“I would have fucking won if given the chance.”

“Shut up!”

“You all, shut up!” I howled. “Come on, guys, we’re working here.”

They were a few sighs but they let go of their sticks.

“Okay, so, what are we supposed to do now?”

I looked at them, panting and drenched with sweat.

From head to toes, their athletics bodies were deliciously wet and dripping. Four large flaccid and uncut cocks lining in front of me.

“First of, let me photograph you, just like this.”

“Nothing to hide our cocks?” Jared asked.

“No. You’re simply look too good right now. I need to immortalize this. Come on, get closer, wrap your hands around each other’s necks, yes, remember you’re part of the same team!”

I could sense some lingering bitterness following their fights during the game but they all ended up agreeing to the shoot.

Miles had already stopped bleeding. It was all good.

This particular shot was way too explicit for the calendar we were supposed to finalize but I would keep this picture for myself, like a trophy I would have won.

Hey, see that! Turns out I was the real winner of that dumb competition!

“What now?” Casey asked.

“Should we go to the locker-room?” Dylan suggested.

“Yes, exactly. Miles, Jared, remember the session we did for the month of May. We could do something similar but with the four of you.”

“Let’s hit the shower, boys!” Miles exclaimed.

The tension seemed to be gone.

That was the thing with horned-up college boys. They could be impulsive and they could go rogue but they were not the types to hold any grudge or to pout.

That was refreshing.

In fact, the atmosphere in the locker-room was back to banters and horsing around.

I followed them until they hit the showers when they washed their bodies side by side… or while being even more intertwined.

There, as their muscular bodies were now covered in soap, Miles and Dylan played an epic game of gay chicken.

The first one to back off would lose.

It started with Dylan licking Miles’ neck sensually.

It continued with Miles grabbing Dylan’s cock.

Casey and Jared were hissing on the side and pushing them to go even further. I could barely believe my own eyes.

Dylan held the captain’s cock too. He was also getting very close to kissing Miles.

Against the wall, I was trying to be invisible.

It was definitely not the first gay chicken challenge they were playing.

I mean, Jared’s had not dyed his hair green for nothing.

It became pretty lewd when both boys were basically jerking each off and Dylan groped Miles’ butt to make him lose.

He was this close to slide a finger in his hole when finally, the pretty boy backed off.

He had lost.

The game stopped but the shenanigans continued.

More ass spankings, more helicoptering, and… More hard cocks!

By the end of this shower session, Dylan, Casey and Miles were all sporting a fat semi.

Only Jared and his big black cock was still limp.

I was not very surprised.

Casey had asked me to blow his dick and from my understanding, I was not the only gay guy to have serviced him.

Apparently, Lucas had been there before me.

Dylan was a known attention-whore and could get hard at the slightest touch, and even more so, when he was getting watched.

A true to form exhibitionist.

As for Miles, I had noticed during our first shooting that he was keen to have his cock grow spontaneously and there, he had been felt up and caressed by his teammate for long minutes.

No shit he was getting a brick!

Look at me, talking like them after having spent so much time with the jocks.

I have to admit, I was a very poor photographer all throughout this evening.

I was way too turned on by their attitude and drenched bodies to focus on the task at hand.

Hell, it was my last time with them, I could allow myself a break!

Besides, the guys were fully aware of what they were doing and it felt like that they were purposely driving me crazy, as if they were giving one last gift to thank me for my help.

The outrageousness did not stop there.

After the shower, Dylan sat on a locker-room bench and started playing with himself.

“Bro, what the fuck you’re doing?” Jared asked when he noticed.

“Come on, if we get filmed like that, all beating our meat together, we could sell this for so much money! I know people who’d pay A LOT for this shit.”

“Exactly what I’ve said earlier. You want us to be wanking off and cumming on camera!”

“Chill, everybody’s free to do whatever they want.”

“What do you think, Chief?” Casey looked at me.

His own black cock was rising before my incredulous eyes.

“I… I mean, it’s your decision… I… I can record if you want but you don’t have to…”

“See! We have a professional director with us. It’s our opportunity. Let’s make a good sext movie!” Dylan insisted.

“You mean, a porn…”

“Yes, unless you’re scared!”

Smart move to convince his mates.

“I’m down. I’m many things but not a pussy.” Miles sat next to him and grabbed his semi hard cock.

“Fucking hell, let’s go!” Casey added.

Only Jared was unsure.

I was too.

He was dating my best friend. Would not that be crossing a line?

I mean, it was just a jack-off session between guys… Not a big deal, right? I bet they were doing this all the time when I was not there with my camera.

Jared seemed to feel the same way.

“Who cares…” He mumbled.

He was still standing up while the others were sitting but he started feeling up his own cock.

Good Lord, I was about to see the Big Boy in all of its glory!

I took a step back to be able to watch the four of them, literally growing together.

My heart was beating fast in my chest and I thought of Lucas.

Would he consider this a betrayal?

We had not promised each other anything but I was filming his teammates in something which had everything to do with a gay porn, and not much to do with a charity calendar.

Dylan and Casey were the first ones to reach full mast and to jerk off their dicks furiously. Dylan was also feeling up his balls at the same time.

Miles was getting close but he had to shut his beautiful eyes to focus.

While Jared’s boner was rising slowly but surely.

My eyes and my camera were going from one to another. Honestly, they were all ten out of ten.

Until my faithfulness to Lucas was testing to another degree.

“Hey, Gab, we all know about the treats you’ve been giving at the end of the shoots lately.” Dylan spoke.

He had the biggest smirk on his horny face.

Shit.

We were walking into an even more dangerous territory.

“What about them?” I asked, trembling as I held my camera, my mouth getting dry.

“We just ended the shooting, no? And the entire calendar? It sounds to me this should be cause for a reward!”

Dylan spat on his rock-hard cock to finish his sentence.

I looked at Miles, the authority figure there.

He was no longer shutting his eyes but he stared at me. Intensely.

His white uncut cock throbbed, just a tiny bit but enough for me to notice.

“That’s right, Chief. What do you think about that, a serving of four? You’d be fed for days!”

Casey was very eager too.

The offer was without a doubt tempting.

Ironically, I think this was the exact moment I realized that my feelings for Lucas were real.

A part of me wanted to deepthroat those cocks until I would gag on them and swallow four portions of fresh spunk, but another part was a bit turned-off by the idea.

How crazy this was, I was not sure I was willing to do it.

There was just one guy I wanted to see that night.

It would have been a bad idea anyway.

I could not do that to Lauren and blow her freaking boyfriend’s cock.

My own dick was aching in my shorts but, by some miracle, I managed to resist the four leaking cocks lying in front of me.

“No… Not tonight…” I muttered.

“You don’t like our dicks anymore?”

“You’re not thirsty?”

“I swear, this is top-notch cream in these balls!” Dylan insisted. “And I’m close.”

He was playing with my resistance.

Did I really want to miss that five-star meal?! Had I not been thirsting over these guys for weeks?

“I… I’ve met someone.” I ended-up saying.

It felt strange hearing me say that, but the words had come out of my mouth and it was too late to take them back.

I should have expected it, the four hunks immediately made fun of me.

They started chanting together:

“Our photographer is in looooove, in looooove, in looove.”

“Guys, stop it…”

“Our photographer is in looooove, in looooove, in looove.”

“That’s not funny.”

The song was echoing in the locker-room.

Their hands were still solidly wrapped around their dicks but they were stroking to a rhythm now.

Silly as fuck!

“Our photographer is in looooove, in looooove, in looove.”

I started laughing.

“Guys, this is stupid… Come on, you…”

“Our photogr… Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! FUCK!”

In the middle of the damn chant, Dylan blew a few loads against his abs.

This was probably the funniest and sexiest part!

Dylan was surprised by his own eruption but he was joyful as he sprayed his own chest with his milk.

The rest of the guys laughed even more and they were hysterical as they all started nutting, one by one.

Miles was next, aiming his dick on the floor tiles when he released a large amount of spunk.

I managed to catch a pretty spectacular close-up of his ejaculation. His cum was very thick and very white.

The proteins shakes were truly doing wonders.

A minute later, Casey was literally exploding everywhere, hitting his teammates in the process.

Jared was hit on the right thigh, Miles received a load on his forearm and Dylan was blessed with the biggest rope, right on his cheek.

I got everything on camera!

I thought the stud would be annoyed, but on the contrary, he asked for the footage later on to sell to one of his clients.

It was a win-win.

And finally, while his teammates were already deflating, Jared was reaching his climax.

His hard cock looked downright scary by the way.

It was properly humongous, like, unreal.

More than ten inches slab of girthy black meat, maybe closer to eleven inches. I could not imagine how much blood he needed down there to erect that rod.

Once again, I thought of Lauren.

Was she really taking all of that?!

The chanting had been modified in Jared’s honor.

“Jar is about to cum, about to cum, about to cum!”

“Guys, that’s not helping!” He complained.

He was smiling though; it was all in good fun.

“Jar is about to cum, about to cum, about to cum!”

I got on my knees to make to capture the fireworks under the best possible angle.

“Jar is about to cum, about to cum, about to cum!”

Right there, multiple things happened at once.

Jared eventually ended up cumming and drenching the lens of my camera with his semen; The other guys stood up, they started to applaud and cheer him up; And simultaneously, someone else walked inside the locker-room.

Hit by a rope of sperm in the forehead, I turned around and Lucas was there, in shock.

Literally, his jaw dropped.

I get it.

I was kneeling down in the middle of four naked men, who had obviously just nutted, while one of them was still emptying his big black balls, partly on my face.

Shit.

My crush was here and I was covered in cum and surrounded by four massive cocks.

Lucas immediately slammed the door and went the other way.

I was gutted.

I let my camera behind and ran after him. Cum still dripping on my forehead and all. I noticed because it partly blinded my left eye.

“Lucas… Wait!”

“I… I wanted to come to a photo-shoot, not an orgy.”

What a huge mess.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I screamed.

“Come on, are you serious?”

My mind was racing.

“The guys asked me to film them, they may want to sell this to… I mean… I agreed to record but…”

“I know what you are, Gabriel.”

“No… Listen to me.”

“You’re just a collector.”

“What?”

“You’re chasing college guys and once you have sucked them off or fucked them, you move on to the next.”

“I… No… That’s not it. I swear.”

“That’s all right, I… I was sort of expecting this. We… We’re good.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have expected that! I don’t care about them; I care about you!”

Name a worse way to express your feelings to someone.

Lucas had tears in his eyes, it broke my heart.

“You’re cute Gabriel, but I… I’m kinda done with the bullshit and meaningless sex. I’m not mad at you though. It was fun.”

I was about to say something but someone spoke over me.

The guys had joined us and Miles intervened.

“Bro, we offered him our cocks and Gabriel said no.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Dylan wanted him to blow us all, and he literally said that he had met someone.” Jared added.

This group conversation was getting ridiculous. It felt like the most fucked-up intervention ever.

I wanted to disappear in the grounds of their damn college.

“I…. I’m confused.” Lucas said.

You bet…

“Your boyfriend wants to be with you, idiot. No need to make a scene!” Dylan joined in the debate as well.

They were all sticking for me. It was sweet in a way.

“Are they saying the truth?” Lucas asked me directly.

“Yes, they are.” I finally stated.

“And bro, if you want the Chief to be exclusive, just let him know. We don’t give a fuck that you’re gay but don’t be a damn drama queen.” Casey spoke with his usual smile.

The whole scene was surreal.

We were in the middle of the empty gym at night. The Lacrosse studs were naked and dripping with cum while vouching for me to their teammate.

“I…. I may have gotten a bit jealous.” Lucas admitted.

“Maybe we can have a conversation about… about us. Like, somewhere else, in private?”

I had understood that privacy was not big within this team but I thought it was getting a bit too intrusive.

Lucas agreed to have a drink with me the very next day and the guys, just like usual, cheered us on as if we were just another soccer match.

I think Lucas felt bad for his public outburst.

Him too had just revealed himself.

Believe me, I felt very silly too.

“Can I, at least, see the picture that you’ve taken for December?” Lucas asked later on.

“No, you can’t. I wasn’t happy with any of the shots. You weren’t in them.” I spoke.

Was not I sweet there?

Obviously, the guys mocked me all over again.

“And what about the accessories by the way? I carried them to the gym and we didn’t even get to use them.” Dylan whined.

“Oh, yes, that’s right!”

I went to fetch my bags while the athletes were changing back into their shorts.

I had almost forgotten about my surprise, or should I say, surprises.

“So, what’s in the bag!?”

“I’ve brought some things for you. See for yourself, guys!”

They all started laughing when they saw the Santa hats in my hand. One for each of them.

I thought this was a nice touch.  

“I know it’s warm outside but it’s supposed to be a shooting for December, remember?”

“You’re a genius, Gabriel!”

They playfully put them on, including Lucas.

“I’ve got this made too. There’s one for every player and even Coach Bannon. Here you go.”

I gave each of them a wooden frame with one of the pictures from their respective shootings. Often a portrait from the test-shoots in black and white.

It meant a lot to me that they keep a physical souvenir of the first time they ever modelled for anyone.

“Wow, man, that’s incredible.”

“Take those as well. You’ll give your coach, Andrew and Wayne theirs.”

After that, the atmosphere was light, - and even a bit emotional -, when we walked back towards the campus.

Everybody was joking and laughing. I felt peaceful and secure.

In the middle of the night, in the streets of Pittsburg, I finally had my idea for the perfect shot to close the calendar.

“The sky is beautiful guys, go ahead and walk in front of me. I’ll stay behind, I’ll take a few pictures.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes, just like that. Keep walking.”

They were shirtless and wearing the pair of grey shorts they had on for practice.

“Santa hats on or off?”

“On, of course! It’s December!”

They giggled and I had my last picture.

[See you next week for a short epilogue to conclude this story... Also, I bet some of you want to see what Gabriel looks like!]