The Calendar Project - Chapter 11

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 11: November (Lucas)

I know that I referred to Lucas as being shy a few times in this story, but in retrospect, it was not the proper word to define him.

Lucas was not shy.

He was simply not as “show-offey” as his teammates.

The fact that he was not barking the loudest did not mean that he did not have anything to share or that he wanted to be left behind.

As we had been texting for about a week, I had learned to know a sensitive, funny and quite smart guy.

He had never come out as gay to me but, deep down, he knew that I knew.

I could not be so sure but our latest texts definitely felt like a bit of flirting. As often though, I was afraid that I was making stuff up.

I did not want to entertain any false hope.

Besides, as long as we were working on the calendar project, I thought it could be dangerous to make any move. 

When he came back to my place, Lucas was much more relaxed than the last time and I felt blessed to be able to photograph him again.

He was a ten out of ten in his blue-sky polo shirt and pair of jeans.

I was completely falling for him.

I know what you might think.

I had blown both Andrew and Casey’s fat cocks already. Why did I care about the former Christian boy so much?

I wish I could give you an answer but I cannot.

For some reason, going further with him would have meant much more than getting fucked by Dylan, by Casey, or by the entire team together for that matter.

(Yes, I had had that exact dream.)

There was this peculiar energy between Lucas an I and I felt it all over again as soon as I greeted him.

There were fireworks in my stomach when we hugged hello.

As per usual, I offered my guest a drink before we started working. A drink which turned into a full-on conversation.

At first, our chat was pretty harmless.

We mentioned the persisting warm weather in late September, the unfair way the Lacrosse team was treated by the college administration, and the concerning raising of AI for many post-graduation jobs.

It was easy to talk with Lucas and time flew by.

The model had been at my place for over an hour and we had not even begun shooting.

The calendar project became secondary. We were like friends spending time together.

Or maybe, a little more than friends.

Was he trying to seduce me with his smile or was he just so naturally sexy?

Did he incidentally brush my hand when I served us some coffee or was it in my head?

I was very bad at flirting and I had no idea how to go about this.

I tried not to overthink but as you may have noticed, not overthinking had never been my forte.

Many times, I wondered whether or not Lucas knew about my extra activities with his teammates.

Some part of me definitely wanted him to know, - because, clearly, I would have been very excited to blow him as well.

Another part was telling me that, maybe, it was better if he did not know.

That sounded crazy but what if we would actually date?

This thought alone sounded absurd.

Yet, Lucas did not seem in any hurry to start the photo-shoot and he visibly wanted to know more about me.

It was a great sign, right?

I thought my life was rather pathetic but he did not see it that way.

“Stop underestimating yourself just because you live in your father’s old house. Who cares about that?”

“It’s not only that… I’m still stuck in my hometown, I’m 26, and I’ve never started a real career. I’m a college drop out.”

“You have your own studio!”

I sighed.

“My garage? As if… I guess I should come clean about something.”

“What is it? Have you murdered someone? Please, don’t make me an accomplice.”

I rolled my eyes.

“This calendar project, it’s the first real photographer’s work I have ever taken.” I confessed.

“What do you mean?”

“I… I’ve never actually done any professional work before. I’m just an amateur with a dream.”

Lucas smiled.

“But you haven’t been paid for this shooting yet. We’re not even real models. Gabriel, this is not professional either.”

I would be soon to find out that Lucas was like that.

He enjoyed stating hard truths but only to put them into perspective a short moment later.

In a way, telling it like it is while remembering that whatever was happening was okay was a healthy way to deal with any issue.

“Thanks, so the number of serious photography projects I’ve been part of is back down to zero.”

“I’m just messing with you. I think it’s great that you’re following your dream. And as far as I’m concerned, I find your work remarkable. The pictures that you’ve taken of the others are amazing.”

I wanted to hold his hand but I refrained myself.

Funny how the tables had turned compared to the first time he had come to my place.

From being the one reassuring him, Lucas was now telling me that I should be more confident.

“You wanna know something else?”

“It’s big confession time! You realize I’m not a priest though? I cannot absolve you of your sins.”

See how he was playful.

That must have meant something, right?

I ignored his bad joke.

“You mention the others but my favorite picture of the calendar so far has been taken for the month of April.”

Lucas did not expect something that sweet and I could tell that he was flustered.

“Don’t make fun of me. I know I’m not as good looking or as athletic as the others. That’s all right. I’ve made my peace with that.”

“You’re not as big as them, that’s for sure, but you don’t realize how gorgeous you are and that makes you even hotter.”

His slightly pink cheeks, embarrassed by my compliment, were beautiful.

I guess I had somehow made a move there.

Unfortunately, that was also the moment when I had the answer to a previous question of mine.

“You’re saying that but it’s them you invite to your bedroom after the shooting. You didn’t offer me any treat when I was here last time…”

Fuck it, he knew about “the treats”.

Or, at the very least, he knew parts of the truth.

“I’ve never invited anyone into my room. Well, aside from Dylan but it was only to shoot him at his request. We haven’t done anything.”

“And with Andrew? And the others?”

“You guys are worse than my old neighbors when it comes to gossip!”

Lucas chuckled.

“It’s tough to have a private life within the Lacrosse team.”

“Do you manage to have one? A private life, I mean. Have you got… anyone in your life?”

I was not too subtle, I am aware.

“No. I… I haven’t met the right person yet.”

I purposely avoided mentioning a gender in my question and he did the same in his answer.

Typical gay behavior by the way.

“It will come to you. It always does.”

“Really? Has it come to you?”

And there he was again, with his hard truths.

“Touché.”

He grinned.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“That’s fine. But I’m starting to think that I liked you better when we met and you kept apologizing because you were afraid of getting in the buff.”

I had a sip of my coffee, proud of my wit.

It was not true of course; I liked Lucas much better now that he was at ease and fully himself.

“I hoped Casey’s dick tasted good enough anyway. I tried it too but I had better ones myself!”

I spat and spilled warm coffee all over my shirt.

“Dude, you cannot say stuff like that while I’m drinking!”

I could not tell if he was only messing with me or if he was actually jealous. He sounded like it.

Jealousy.

That was a reaction I had not anticipated.

Could that mean that Lucas actually cared about me?

“Here. Let me help you out.”

He took a tissue, got it wet and he tried to fix the mess on my sleeve.

“I think it’s ruined.” I spoke.

“Nah, coffee is washable. Don’t worry.”

It was all right until he also rubbed the wet tissue against my stomach. I felt my entire body waking up.

He leaned over to take care of the stain and I could not help myself.

I grabbed the back of his neck.

Trust me, such a bold move was very unlike me.

“I kinda wanna do something crazy right now.” I whispered.

Lucas bit his lips.

“You do?”

“Yeah… But I’m not sure if I should. What do you think?”

He was way less savvy suddenly.

“I… I don’t know… You might regret it if you don’t try.”

Our faces were very close to each other. I could smell him.

He was not wearing any perfume, it was just him, naturally exuding a manly and attractive scent.

I could see every pore of his skin, every detail of his pigmentation, every crack of his pink lips, every shade of brown in his eyes.

I went for it and I kissed him.

Talk about taking a leap!

He gave me back my kiss, grabbing my own neck and sitting on my laps.

My first thought was: Hallelujah, this was not all made up in my head.

My second thought was: Uh oh, I am way too much into this, this might get dangerous.

At no point though, I thought back about the calendar and the necessity to remain professional.

My cock was already getting hard under his ass as we made out.

I grabbed and messed his hair. I wanted to feel every part of him. I needed that raw contact.

This was both unexpected and meant to be. It felt simultaneously surreal and natural, inappropriate and just right.

“You’re getting me horny.” He said in my ear.

“Really?”

“Is that all right for a model to be sitting on his photographer’s lap?”

I licked his neck.

“Only if the model really wants it… Do you?”

He kissed me again on the lips.

“You didn’t really think I insisted to have another photo-shoot just because I wanted another picture in the damn calendar?”

“You, cheeky boy. You’ve been wanting this all along!”

“Shut up and kiss me some more.”

I happily complied. Tongue and all.

What had I been waiting for?

I had felt the spark since our first shooting.

I had been thinking about Lucas ever since then.

Why the hell did I waste my time horsing around with the others? This was the real deal.

I felt Lucas’ hand rubbing against my chest.

I was not as fit as he was, he did not seem to care. He unbuttoned my shirt and I let him.

I peeled his polo shirt off, revealing his incredibly lean torso.

Lucas stayed seated on me until I could not take to feel his jeans rubbing against my cock anymore.

“Take it off. Take everything off, Luke.”

He stood up.

He was looking so good. He started sliding down his jeans but I changed my mind and I stopped him.

“Gab, you’ve just told me to…”

“Not here. Come with me. I’ll bring you to my room.”

I took his hand and led him on the other side of the house.

My cock was pulsating in my pants. My heart was seemingly about to explode in my chest.

Fucking hell, I was about to have sex with a college Lacrosse player.

In my bedroom, Lucas took off his jeans and I took off my own pants.

We lied together in our underwear, our legs intertwined together in my bed.

It took some time for us to get fully naked because our lips were virtually glued to one another.

He eventually slid his hand inside my briefs and I did the same.

His cock was hard as a rock. I felt it against my fingers. It was so big. The fucking blessing (or the curse?) of the entire team.

We were looking in each other’s eyes while stroking our respective dicks. I was intoxicating by his raw scent.

I had not felt this alive in years.

Believe me, that was much better than any GrindR hook-up or post-shooting blowjobs.

I eventually moved from his cock to grab his back and his ass instead. Peachy as fuck!

I was obsessed with that bubble butt.

“What do you like?” I asked.

A polite way to know if he was a top or a bottom.

“I like everything.” He replied with a cheeky smile. “What about you?”

“Me too.”

Does not that sound like a perfect match to you?

He went on me first and sucked my cock. He was good.

I still was not sure if Lucas was out, - nobody had mentioned his homosexuality but after all, the others may have considered the information as irrelevant -, but he certainly was experienced.

No teeth. A lot of tongue. A successful deepthroat after only a few back-and-forth.

Even if he was five years younger than I was, Lucas had probably fucked with more men than I had in my entire life.

I supposed than when you were that good-looking, opportunities were coming to you one way or another.

He sucked my cock like a pro while tickling my balls and then my asshole.

The man knew his way to my heart… And to my libido.

I looked down and my cock had disappeared inside his throat. His eyes were shut.

“Hmmm… Wow… Luke…”

Obviously, I returned favor and swallowed his dick a few moments later.

There, my training session with his teammates was certainly helpful.

I swallowed his white uncut cock, – more than eight inches of hard meat -, and to make it more fun, we quickly moved to a 69.

From this point on, my tongue was either on his smooth balls, his dick or his pulsating hole.

Difficult to say which part I enjoyed the most, the whole meal would have deserved a Michelin’s star.

His butthole was so beautifully tight and pink, it seemed like it was made in a lab for perfect bottoms.

He was very inviting too, winking at me, opening up like butter at every friction.

I could have kissed it for hours but I also had to invade it, with my tongue, and then, with a couple fingers, and soon, with my stiffed leaking cock.

I was not too sure we would go all the way at first, - things had escalated so quickly -, but after more than twenty minutes of foreplay, it became impossible to resist.

“You want to feel it inside of you?” I asked Lucas as he was slurping on my cockhead.

I had been dripping precum for a while.

My partner seemed to enjoy the taste.

“Hmmm… You wanna fuck me?”

“I really do.”

He swallowed the tip of cock and bobbed up and down a few more times.

“Aaaaaah….”

After that, Lucas jumped back on me and sat on my throbbing boner. He was rubbing his bare ass and his crack against my rod.

“I’m ready.” He whispered.

I grabbed my cock and searched for his hole. It was wet. I had made sure of it by rimming it thoroughly. My cock was too.

“I… I can’t believe this is happening.”

Lucas was sweating over me.

I think that my favorite thing was to feel our heated bodies coming together.

“Fuck me, Gabriel, please.”

I felt his pucker, the anal ring, the breach I could insert myself in… That was it… I could push my cockhead in…

I banged him like that, in the cowgirl, or rather cowboy position.

I was lying down and he was impaling himself onto me as much I was thrusting my hips.

The pearls of sweat from his hair were dripping in my mouth. I swallowed every droplet.

That was when he was not leaning over and making out with me. Sloppy humid kiss.

“You’re so tight… You’re so good…”

“Hmmm… Gimme more… Hmmm… Please, Gab…”

I accelerated my pace; I became rougher.

He started groaning, moaning and downright screaming. I kissed him some more to shut him up as I pushed myself deep inside him.

I wanted to feel his guts.

I was going mad. His insides were made to be wrecked by my cock. There, I was no longer geeky, awkward or unsure.

I was a beast. I had become the Alpha Male.

I grabbed his slippery waist and turned him around.

I kept on fucking him in the missionary position, while I was now on top of him.

I sniffed his armpits and I licked his nipples too. They had been obsessing me for a while. Almost as much as his round butt.

My banging was steady and strong.

The bed was squeaking.

I was afraid it might break; it was not used to so much action.

Just like my ass…

When Lucas offered to switch roles, I got a bit worried. I had not been properly fucked in so long. It might be a tough pill to swallow, if you get what I am saying.

Once again though, the opportunity was too good to pass on.

Besides, Lucas’ fingers searching inside me had felt so damn nice so far.

After fucking him in the missionary position, I stayed on top of him but this time, I was the one sitting on his cock.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He told me with his most daring look.

“Please, don’t. I want to feel it. Deep.”

Yeah, I was reckless. Maybe too much.

My hard dick was flopping against his stomach as I felt his large truncheon invading me slowly.

I am not going to lie, it hurt.

But God damn it, it hurt so fucking good!

“More?”

“Yes, Luke… More…”

He was opening me up, - tearing me up may have been a more appropriate word -, but it felt like a revelation.

The more inches were penetrating me, the more my prostate was stimulated, and the more my body and mind were reaching another dimension.

An anal orgasm. Wow. Believe me, not every dude was able to give me one.

I grabbed his pecs as he drilled my hole. I was playing with his nipples.

Rapidly though, he wanted to mix things up.

“Get on all fours!” He commanded.

“Who knew you could be… hmmm… so directive?” I teased him.

I felt my hole gaping.

“I learned everything from my photographer. He’s so bossy!”

“Idiot.”

We kissed and I obviously complied with the instructions.

I got on all fours and he fucked me bareback and doggy style.

He went harder and his balls fapped against my ass. He spanked me too. Horny fucker!

He grabbed my cock as he fucked me from behind and I nutted, right there.

The ropes of cum flew from piss-slit before I realized that I was ejaculating. Too much stimulation, I was exploding.

I was in such a bliss; I was seeing stars.

Almost simultaneously, Lucas bred me.

His dick twitched and he came while he was shoved deep in my ass. I viewed it as the biggest privilege.

It would have been amazing if it had stopped there, but it did not. Not really. Things got even better when we stayed in my bed for a while afterwards.

Our bodies drenched, our balls emptied, and our souls full.

We cuddled stark naked, intertwined with one another.

We did not say a word.

We did not have to.

I felt complete, like we both belonged there.

I am not sure how long we stayed like that, it only got interrupted when Lucas’ phone rang.

It was Miles, asking him where the hell he was as they were supposed to meet before practice.

“Shit… I… I’m not ready yet…”

Lucas jumped out of bed, his cute butt bouncing around.

“Yes, I’ve gone to the shooting but… Yes, we just needed a few more minutes with Gabriel for… I’ll be here asap.”

Lucas hung up the phone a little stressed.

“You have to go?”

I could not hide the disappointment in my voice.

“I do… And… Maybe it’d be better if we keep this between ourselves… For now, at least.”

I straightened up and I kissed his forearm.

“Do they know that you’re gay? Or maybe you’re bisexual?”

“I’m very much gay and I think the team has a pretty good idea.”

“You’ve horsed around with Casey, right?”

“You have too?”

“I guess we’re even. Do you want to take a shower before you leave?”

He smiled.

“Yes. If you join me?”

Another offer I could not refuse.

I washed his body and he washed mine.

He was in a hurry but he still took the time to thoroughly soap my ass and genitals. What a gentleman.

“I really should go now.” He spoke, while drying himself.

“Of course. Say hi to the others for me. We… We’ll text each other.”

“Yeah.” He froze. “Oh, dang, we didn’t take any picture for the calendar!”

I looked at him tenderly.

He had never been more gorgeous wrapped in my grey towel.

“Come with me. The lights are already set up in the garage.”

“But I… I really don’t have time.”

“I just need five seconds.”

It was true.

He did not have to do anything.

I asked Lucas to sit on a stool with his towel and I took the most beautiful picture of the entire calendar.

I had never been happier and now, I had a still souvenir of that memory forever.