The Calendar Project - Epilogue

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Epilogue: The Release Party

“We’re gonna be late, babe.”

“It’s just sad to arrive on time at a party. We have at least twenty minutes to spare… And you know what we can do in twenty minutes.”

Lucas winked at me.

He had been rubbing his bubble butt against my cock for a little while. I had just showered and gotten dressed for the calendar’s release party.

I was wearing suit pants; it was a rare occasion for me.

“Okay… You win.”

“What do I win?”

“My cock, idiot! Fetch it out.”

Lucas kissed my cheek playfully and then; he got on his knees.

We had already had sex a couple hours prior, but he was insatiable.

To be fair, so was I.

When he was not the one coming at me, I was definitely taking the lead.

For about five weeks, we had been glued to each other.

For the last few days, he was sleeping at my place and going to his class directly from my home.

After all these years, it finally became practical to live so close to campus! Who would have known?

At that point, we had fucked in every single room of my dad’s old house.

He swallowed my balls in the kitchen.

I sucked his dick in the living room.

He drilled my ass in the garage.

I drilled his in the laundry room.

Yes, on the washing machine, set at full speed. That was quite the experience!

Since we were both versatile and we alternately enjoy to dominate or to submit, the possibilities seemed endless.

There, on his knees, while we were supposed to leave for the release party, he was definitely my obedient little slut.

I loved to see the lust in his brown eyes.

“Suck me deep, babe. Yes… Hmmm… Make it all wet…”

“I’m going to make a mess on your suit.”

He had his cheekiest smile.

Lucas did not care about the suit and neither did I in that instant.

Still, I slid down my pants so I would avoid going in public with a huge stain on my crotch.

The party was organized by the college board. They had to do something and show their support after the viral success of the pre-sales.

Coach Bannon was over the moon, finally getting the recognition he deserved.

Anyway, it was a formal event and I wanted to look chic.

Lucas’ goal was elsewhere though.

He did not want to have access to just my cock, towering out of my zipper. He needed my hairy ass too.

The boy was hungry!

Lucky for him, I was more than willing to have him eating me out, right there, on the spot.

As long as I could return the favor, of course.

I spread my legs wide and offered him my musky hole.

Lucas was very fancy too that evening. If possible, he was even more handsome than usual.

He was wearing a formal white shirt, perfectly tailored to his frame, and a pair of tight black jeans, beautifully enhancing his peachy ass.

I ripped them all out to lick his nipples and stroke his hard dick.

Sometimes, we would be switching roles between sessions, but sometimes, we would switch in the middle of a fuck.

See, he was my submissive bitch right until the moment when I was the one going on my knees and swallowing his dick.

The whole eight inches, until my nose was smashed against his abs.

I was dating an Adonis; I had to be on top of my game.

Not that I had to try much.

Sexually, Lucas and I naturally connected. We loved the same things: pits, nipples, male odor and saliva play.

We loved long sloppy blowjobs, intense ass licking, and we appreciated long sensual fucking as well as hardcore and raw sodomies.

The night of the party, I ended-up fucking him against my kitchen counter before we left.

FAP

FAP

FAP

I was drilling his hole like a damn machine, going balls-deep and bareback.

The more I was getting to know his horny tight hole, the more I was able to reach his G-spot in a record time.

If I caressed his nipples or his balls at the same time, his orgasm was basically guaranteed.

I bred him after ten minutes of pounding, and he went to the party with my cum bathing in his asshole.

That idea alone was sufficient to have me horny the entire night, - and it did not help that we were surrounded by hunks in formal wear.

He came too. On my tongue.

I could not keep his sperm in my mouth all night long, (sadly, I would have to interact and give a speech), but I did not brush my teeth.

We were two kinky bastards.

Once we had released the pressure, we got dressed all over again and we finally went to the party.

We were late, obviously, but that was okay since the college administration had been buttering me up since they understood the visibility the calendar could bring to them.

See, the buzz online had been so massive that it had finally put this local university on the map.

Apparently, even registrations were at a whole time high!

Already, the dean wanted me to make a similar calendar for the American football, basket-ball, and swimming teams.

It was a bit overwhelming to say the truth.

I had other opportunities now that my pictures were becoming famous.

Instagram models asking me to shoot them, male reality tv stars wanted to do their own calendars, and magazines offering me to work for them.

Honestly, I could hardly believe how this silly idea during a frat party was changing my life.

Even my father had to recognize that maybe, becoming a photographer was not such a wrong career path after all.

The success was also impacting the guys’ life.

All the men featured on the calendar, including the coach, were asked to give interviews or to participate in various talk and television shows.

You bet that most of them were living for this.

Dylan had taken this opportunity to finally take the leap and open his X-rated page.

I heard he was shoving dildos up his ass in his latest video.

For now, Lucas and I had resisted taking a look but we had already mentioned that we could have a (naughty) movie night one of these days.

Miles had been approached by two different model agencies and he had asked me for advice.

As if I could give him any!

I was as flabbergasted and lost as he was.

Definitely though, we were enjoying the ride.

Lucas was also quite relieved. Although he had loved the experience, he had been dreading the reaction from his Christian family.

His homosexuality had been a tough pill to swallow and they were only starting to get along before the calendar project came to be.

The last thing he wanted was for these pictures to re-create distance between them.

Thankfully, that did not happen this way.

Even though I had shot hours of erotic footage, the calendar in itself, aside for a few pictures, was pretty tame and Lucas in particular had been praised for the quality of his shots.

Quickly, he even became the favorite of many medias.

I totally understood the hype, he was also my personal fav.

My new dream was to have Lucas on the cover of a mainstream gay or sport magazine, being issued nationwide.

Of course, I wanted to be the photographer of said shoot!

For the first time during the release party, I held the hand of my boyfriend in public and when I had to give a little speech, Lucas was the first one to stand up and applaud.

I seriously got emotional.

Next to him, Lauren was smiling to her ears. She looked so proud.

I owed her a lot, if not, everything.

She was still going strong with Jared and we had even planned a double-date.

See what difference a few pictures can make in one’s life.

If this is not a call to put yourself out there, to take risks, and to believe in your dreams, I don’t know what is.

Anyway, I should go, I have a call planned with Sports Illustrated. They also asked me to send a picture of myself to potentially illustrate a paper on the project.

Maybe my next dream is not so far away…

All love.

Gabriel.

[THE END]

I hope you enjoyed this story, guys!

It was fun to try a new format, and hopefully, to keep surprising you.

As this Patreon page is going on a short break next week, the e-book (as well as the calendar!) will be available for download in a few weeks!

In the meantime, I am curious, which month of the calendar has been your favorite?!

If I have to write a spin-off on one of these guys, which one should it be about?

Tell me in the comments!