The Calendar Project - Chapter 04

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 4: April (Lucas)

Going from Dylan to Lucas was a complete 180 turn.

The two athletes could not have been more different.

While Dylan was the most shameless guy I had met in my life, Lucas, on the other hand, was probably the shiest member of the Lacrosse team and the most concerned about getting naked for a photo-shoot.

He had gone back and forth about doing it since the idea first came up.

To be clear, a few other members of the team had simply declined so Lucas had no obligation to take part.

Yet, he was there, nervously standing in my kitchen, which meant that he had eventually agreed to take his clothes off for the calendar.

Talking with him, I understood where his initial reluctance was coming from.

Lucas had had a very religious upbringing, and although he no longer considered himself a Christian, he was still very much shaped by the traditional values he had been taught during most of his life.

Besides that, and probably more importantly, he could not bear the thought of disappointing his parents, and the idea of them stumbling over the calendar and seeing him buck naked was his biggest concern.

I tried to calm his worries.

"First of all, you’ll have the final say on the picture of you we include, or that we don't include, on the calendar. Period. Meaning that if we do this shooting and then, you don’t feel like it, nothing gets published.”

“That wouldn’t be cool for the team though… We really need the money.”

“Listen, I already have enough footage of your teammates to use another picture of them for the month of April if that’s necessary. You can relax about that."

He bit his nails.

"Thanks Gabriel, that's reassuring."

It was not only his modesty that made Lucas different.

He was much more reserved and polite than any of his teammates I had photographed thus far.

And I am not just talking about Dylan here.

Both Miles and Jared were outgoing, exhibitionists and cocky in their own ways, ready to bare it all and have some fun with it.

The three of them seemed careless when Lucas was very thoughtful.

He spoke less but he thought more.

Even in his physique, you could tell that he did not spend that much time at the gym.

Don't get me wrong, Lucas was very fit and much more athletic than the average guy.

One does not make the lacrosse team unless he can follow the intense work-out routine, but he didn't seem to care about growing his muscles solely for the sake of growing his muscles.

In my view, that made him one of most gorgeous members of the team.

“The other thing is that at no point I want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable during today’s shoot. Meaning that if I were to say the wrong thing or if you were to feel uneasy for any reason whatsoever, I ask you to tell me about it right away, and we’ll take a break and adjust.”

He nodded yes but still looked unsure.

I gave him some space so he could express his concerns.

“It’s not that I’m not comfortable with my body. I’m naked almost every day with the guys after practice and you’ve probably seen how Dylan and Miles are.”

“I do have a pretty good idea of how they might act in a locker-room.” I smiled.

“Yeah... My reluctance is more about the context. Being at a stranger’s place, no offense, it’s a bit strange… And being photographed, in the nude. I’ve never done that before.”

“No offense taken. In fact, that brings me to my last point. We’re doing a sexy charity calendar, yes, but that does not mean you have to be fully nude. I have no problem having some of the pictures be less explicit. It’s quite the opposite actually. Each photograph has to match with every singular personality.”

Only then, I felt the actual relief his eyes.

“Really? I don’t have to be entirely naked?”

“Yes, really.”

“But the boys, they told me some of the things they did, and, like, they tried to prep me. I saw the pictures too. I don’t want to be underwhelming or to be the odd man out in this project.”

I chuckled.

I wish I could have hugged him. He was so sweet.

“From what I can see of you right now, we would all be very lucky to have you featured in the calendar. Honestly, I would feel privileged to photograph you.”

Lucas’ cheeks turned pink, - as if he could not get any cuter.

“Okay then. Wow, I feel silly now. I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“What do you think it would be like?”

“I don’t know. I would get here; I would have to get naked right away and then… I… I don’t know what I thought.”

“Well, I’m, for one, very excited to shoot some beautiful pictures of you.”

“I’m excited too! I mean, I’m here! Sorry, I didn’t want to sound like a buzzkill or to whine about this… I know it’s a cool opportunity.”

“Stop apologizing Lucas, we’re all good. Now, do you want to drink something before we start or are we all set to go?”

“Let’s go!”

I felt that the atmosphere in the room was much lighter, which meant that the conversation had achieved what it was supposed to.

I felt much better too.

Imagine asking someone who does not want to be there to strike sexy poses. This could never work.

Sure, I loved to have fun with the shameless horny hunks, but I also genuinely enjoyed my job and being able to photograph a natural beauty such as Lucas, whether he was showing me his dick or not, was making my day.

Spoiler alert though: I would end up seeing much more than his dick, but I swear, that was not my initial intent!

Lucas had come to my place in a pair of jeans and a blue sweater.

I thought it would be a good idea to shoot him in his jeans, like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, at least, as they were back in their glorious days.

I even showed him some pictures for reference and he was very enthusiastic.

I thought Lucas would be a bit awkward when taking his top off but he was not at all.

He was not embarrassed in front of me, only mindful in front of the camera.

By the way, his chest looked great.

Naturally, his back was not as broad and shredded as Dylan, but Lucas was blessed with the sexiest hairy perky nipples.

Most of all, his body seemed “realer” than his mates.

If that even makes sense, sometimes, when a guy has too much muscle on him, or no fat at all, he can look unauthentic, like straight out of a magazine.

The imperfections are what make anyone special and for some reason, I felt like the man standing in front of me was very special.

Just like I had done with the other boys before him, I asked Lucas to have a neutral expression to begin with.

I did my usual light testing, changed a few settings on the camera, until I thought he looked the best.

I was trying to catch something invisible but most important: Lucas’ true character and personality.

Unfortunately, so far, my gorgeous model was not giving me much to work with.

He looked so deliciously good when we were chatting but so frustratingly uptight anytime I was returning behind my camera.

If I were to shoot him by surprise, Lucas would look absolutely perfect, but as soon as he knew that he was getting photographed, he would try too hard and lose all of his essence.

“Relax, man. You don’t have to do anything. Just forget that I’m here. Don’t even look at the camera.”

“But I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself…”

“That’s easy. For now, you have to do absolutely nothing.”

I had good intentions but that was the totally wrong directive.

“How? For instance, what am I supposed to do with my arms? Where do they go?”

He comically threw his arms around.

I tried to think of something.

I may have had given a nice speech when Lucas arrived, but at the end of the day, I was still very much an amateur photographer and I was not used to direct models.

It was the first time that the ease in front of the camera did not come naturally to the man I was trying to shoot.

That was deemed to happen at some point and it was crucial that I learned to deal with this type of situations.

“You’re right. I should give you better indications.”

I let go of my camera for a moment to approach him.

“Sorry. I’m so bad at this.”

“What did I say about apologizing?”

“Sor… Oops.”

He laughed nervously.

“Look, you don’t have to be as cocky as your damn teammates, and please, don’t be, but you do have to be more confident, Lucas.”

“It’s not that easy… They’re so much bulkier than I am, their pictures were looking so good.”

“Yes! I’m a great photographer, thank you for the compliment.”

He smiled again.

“I think I’ll get it but I just need a little time.”

“We have time, don’t worry. In fact, stop thinking that much. What I’ll try to do on my side is giving you clearer instructions, on your side, if you feel like it’s easier to follow them to the letter, you do that, and if you want to do something else instead, you listen to yourself.”

“Okay. Let’s try again.”

I scanned him from head to toes.

“Now, jump.”

“What?”

“Jump. Put your arms in the air and jump.”

Lucas looked at me as if I had gone absolutely crazy.

Maybe I had, but maybe this method would work.

I started jumping right in front of him.

“See! Look at me, that’s easy! Join me!”

He was even more perplexed.

“Really?”

I held his hands in the air.

“Yes, really. Let’s jump together.”

He rolled his eyes but Lucas complied.

“Like that?”

“Anyway that you want, but yes, do it like that! It’s just like a work-out exercise. See! No big deal!”

That helped him, seeing this as a work-out. This was something the college stud was familiar with.

The nice thing about this exercise was that his pecs were bouncing as he jumped.

I was not as fit as Lucas was and I quickly lacked stamina but those slight bounces kept me going until we were both sweating and panting.

When I felt that he was sufficiently liberated, I finally stopped jumping like a maniac.

“How… How does… that feel?”

I had to take a breather.

Lucas had a much better cardio than I did but his face had become redder too.

“Okay, I guess. What the fuck was that?”

He was semi-laughing which was a good sign.

“Did you feel a little embarrassed?”

“Yeah… A little… I’m not a monkey.”

“Did it kill you?”

“No, it didn’t.”

“Did I look stupid?”

He bit his lips but did not say anything.

“You can tell me.” I insisted.

“Honestly? Yes. You looked very stupid, man.”

I burst out laughing.

I had not realized but all this time, we were still holding hands. I finally pulled away.

“And have I died from the shame?”

“No, you haven’t.”

“See! Even if you feel ridiculous, it’s not that bad. Embarrassment won’t impact you unless you let it. That is true in real life but it’s even truer in here. It’s just the two of us, nothing can happen.”

When had I become so wise?

“Okay, Freud. I think I get that.”

I went back to my camera.

“You didn’t know what to do with your arms? Now, flex your biceps and show me how big you are!”

Lucas still had his innocent looks and charms but there was no more embarrassment in his eyes when he flexed.

Good!

He even went overboard, pretending to be Hulk or something.

He was largely smiling now and it was making all the difference.

“Amazing! That’s what I want to see! Genuine emotions, a genuine smile, a sincere laugh, a 21 years-old man who just wants to have fun.”

Lucas ran his hand through his brown hair. He did not realize how sexy he was in that instant.

On my side, I was realizing that I was working with a raw diamond.

I could see a tremendous potential on this guy.

Out of the four Lacrosse players I had photographed, he was the one who could have been a real-ass fashion model.

He was tall, not too big or too broad, thin and lean, he had a beautiful face, and more importantly, Lucas had that little spark in the eyes which changed everything.

Also, he was flaunting a fantastic ass in his pair of jeans but I suppose this was only a cherry on the cake at this point.

We kept shooting like this since we were going somewhere and I gave him more instructions.

Lucas was getting better and better, finally finding his way into this.

“Put your fingers in the waistbands of your jeans… Show me those V-lines… Yes, you can put one hand in your back pocket now… Turn around and look towards me… Oh, that pose is nice, we’ll have to do it again in different outfits.”

“Can I see what the photos look like so far?”

“Sure, come here.”

Lucas was apprehensive before looking at the pictures but he quickly changed his mind.

“Oh… I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?”

“I actually like them.”

I grinned. I was so happy to hear him say that.

“What did you think? I was some kind of amateur or something?”

Which, for the record, I totally was but Lucas did not need to know that.

“No, but I didn’t know you were also a shrink. It’s like I’ve just had a free session with a mental coach.”

“I’m certainly not.”

“Seriously. I think what you’ve done earlier kinda worked on me, like, it really changed something.”

Who would have thought that I would get emotional during a photo-shoot?

If I had helped that man, - even so slightly -, to come to terms with how gorgeous he could be, I was proud of myself.

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

He put his hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks to you, Gabriel.”

That was the first time where I felt that, maybe, it was not that Lucas was less dumb than his straight horned-up mates, but just maybe, that Lucas was not straight. At all.

In the way he held my arm and he was looking at me, I felt something.

A vibe.

A feeling.

My gaydar was blasting off.

With that new piece of information in mind, I was the one feeling a bit startled for the rest of the shooting.

Especially as Lucas was getting more and more comfortable and eager to replace his jeans by something sexier.

We went through the potential outfits I had and we finally decided on a pair of white shorts.

I mean, it would have been surprising to see Lucas in a salacious G-string.

It was the same kind of short shorts that Dylan was wearing when he came home the day before.

I told Lucas he could change while I was checking the cameras but I did not expect that he would get naked right there.

“I assume I should not be wearing anything under the shorts?” He asked mindlessly.

“Frankly, that would damage the picture if you were, but we can go with a lot of other options if you’re not comfortable with showing that much skin.”

“No, that’s totally fine. I can wear a freaking pair of shorts commando, I’m not that prudish.”

And indeed, right in front of me, he started sliding down his jeans and when his pair of red briefs went with it, he just kept going.

I was properly stunned to see his cock so suddenly.

Given our talk earlier, I had assumed that he would change discreetly or that I would not, in any case, had the opportunity to see the marvelous beauty of his junks.

His flaccid cock was meaty and perfect, just like his nuts.

At this stage, it was like being hung like a damn horse was a condition to enter the Lacrosse team.

I was not sure how Coach Bannon was selecting his athletes but, God damn it, I had seen four guys naked and all of them were sporting huge cocks!

If I were to rank them so far, Jared would of course go first, “Big Boy”; then it would be Miles and Lucas who were of very similar sizes although Lucas seemed to have more foreskin hanging at the tip; and right after them, still offering a very nice thick cock, there would be crazy Dylan.

Despite how he had called himself, he was not the King in the dick department.

Besides, and it was my own personal bonus, they were all uncut.

I truly was living the dream.

But his cock was not Lucas’ only asset when he was naked.

His pale peachy white ass was honestly to die for. Sure, it was not that big or that muscular, but it was all I wanted for dessert in that moment.

Two round buns.

I did get to look at them for quite some time as Lucas turned around while he was changing.

As he picked up his shorts from the floor, I could not help but stare at the wonders of his absolutely smooth and hairless crack.

I swear I even caught a glimpse of his pink anus.

So pretty, so clean shaven, so ready to be fucked, preferably with my hard cock plunging deep into that hole...

Shit.

I was getting ahead of myself.

This was not an invitation; he was just changing.

“How do I look?” Lucas asked when he turned back around.

The shorts were, as the name entailed, amazingly short and falling on his upper thighs.

It almost looked like a swimsuit.

“You look perfect.” I replied.

My hard-on was back under my pants, proof that I was being sincere.

The shooting continued in this outfit and it took a few minutes for Lucas to get back into it.

To help him, I asked him to jump on the spot again.

That was silly as fuck but it worked for the second time.

This time around, I had the extra-pleasure of seeing his dick bouncing in the shorts.

Such a big-ass dick for such a sweet nice guy!

I asked him if he would feel comfortable with rolling up the shorts a bit more to expose more skin, and he was.

“I used to be Christian but I’m not a nun, Gabriel.”

He even playfully flashed his bum once we were approaching the end of the shoot.

Argh… The man was teasing me!

He did it quickly but I still snapped a few shots of his full moon. I would be spending the entire following night dreaming about it.

I think that I got the money shot to use for the calendar at the very end.

I told Lucas that we were done and that I would go through the pictures and suggest him a few pics to choose from.

He started moving away from the frame, he turned around to ask me if I was sure that I had everything I needed, and right there, before he spoke, I got the perfect shot encompassing his innocence and his raw sexiness all at once.

He was looking at the camera, inviting the viewer to join him.

Maybe he was just inviting me?

We had been giggling and having some kind of strange chemistry ever since that moment when he had felt my shoulder.

Who could resist the sweet Christian stud in tiny white shorts though?

I sent him this single picture the next day and Lucas immediately agreed to have it in the calendar.

He also told me that he had offered the team to be featured on another month.

Apparently, he could not have enough!

That was promising.