The Calendar Project - Chapter 09

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 9: September (Andrew)

Lucas agreed to come back for another shoot right before Andrew parked his old dilapidated car in front of my house.

Oddly enough, I could not get Lucas (and his bubble butt) out of my mind since we had shot the month of April and I was beyond excited to have him back to illustrate November.

The fact that he had insisted to be featured again was very encouraging.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

First, it was time to shoot Andrew for September.

I did not know him very well and barely remembered him from the frat party but I was very hopeful.

Andrew was handsome and seemed like a decent, funny, horny guy.

Initially, he had not been the most enthusiastic about the project, but he followed the lead of his teammates and he was there, ready to get naked for my camera.

Andrew was what I would call standardly attractive meaning that he checked all the boxes: Symmetrical face, sharp jaw, beautiful eyebrows and silk hair.

As we would say nowadays, he was pulling the “face card” big time.

In a way, he reminded me of a soap opera actor.

Dressed in a formal suit and placed in a mansion, he would definitely look the part.

It was the clothes he was wearing: used tank top, washed-out shorts, dirty sneakers, which were making him look lesser than he truly was.

Underneath the average style, he had everything to be smoking gorgeous.

On top of the rest, he was one of the fittest guys on the team, - which was saying a lot -, and he had a stunning natural tan.

I thought he looked a little older than his teammates and I was right.

I learned that day that he was a couple years older than Miles, Jared or Dylan.

Physically, he looked more mature with the beginning of a dark beard and his imposing physique, but mentally, he was as clueless and horny as most of his buddies.

I mean, I was not putting them in a sexy calendar for their academic achievements nor their smarts.

Nobody would buy Andrew’s economic paper on comparative advantage and trade but I was certain we would find people interested in seeing the stud completely naked.

The athlete looked a bit nervous when he walked in and I hoped that my traditional drink before the shooting would help him relax.

“Are you feeling ready?” I asked.

“Yes, I am. I’ve prepared myself.”

“Prepared? How so?”

I had expressly told the boys to come as they were. I wanted them in their most natural state.

If they were used to trim, they should keep going, if not, even better!

They did not have to pump their muscles either, - or anything else if you get what I mean, - ahead of the shooting.

“Like, in the locker-rooms, the other day, we took pictures of each other naked to learn to get comfortable.”

Dang!

And I had missed this! What a shame.

“Oh, I see. This is actually a great idea. And I’m sure some of these shots could be used as bonus content for our future clients.”

Obviously, I was dying to see the homemade, or rather shower made, pictures.

“We mostly used Dylan and Casey’s phones. You could ask them for the footage if you want to.”

“I definitely will. I see Casey in a couple of days, he’s our October boy.”

“Yes, I know. And I did everything else Dylan told me to do.”

“Everything else? You got me confused again.”

“I followed the instructions, like, no jerking off during the week preceding the shooting.”

I burst out laughing.

I sincerely thought that he was joking!

I immediately changed my attitude when I realized that he was not and that he actually believed Dylan.

“Andrew, I think your mate was messing with you!”

“What?”

“You didn’t have to refrain yourself from jerking off.”

“But he… The bastard! He told me it was the best way for our skin to look good and that it was better if our balls were… Like… I mean, Jared even confirmed it!”

“That’s all right, but I’ve never made such requests.”

“Those assholes!”

“Come on, Andrew, it’s not that bad!”

“Man, I’ve been sleeping on my hard-on for a full week! It hadn’t happened to me in years!”

I was torn between mocking him and reassuring him.

Since I was about to ask Andrew to take off his clothes, I went for the nicer option.

“If it can make you feel any better, Dylan actually did follow that same line of conduct. But to be clear, I had not asked for anything.”

“So, he came here with blue balls?”

I refrained myself from specifying that he had went home only after thoroughly emptying them on my face.

“Yeah. And frankly, a male body does look better with some juice in it. Must have to do with testosterone or something.”

“I also heard that taking breaks in beating your meat can help your health or improve your focus, but the truth is, the only thing it’s done to me is driving me crazy.”

I smiled.

“Well, you’ll be able to get that fixed quickly now.”

“Fuck yes… As soon as I’ll get home.”

“Poor guy, you must be aching for a release.”

“Honestly, I was also worried about something else. Keeping the cream in my balls is fine in theory but I’m getting hard all the time. I wouldn’t want the shooting to get awkward.”

I put my hand on his shoulder.

It was thick and strong. His back, I mean.

“Don’t you worry about that for a second. A few of your mates already sported spontaneous erections during the shooting and it was all right. Nobody should feel embarrassed by that, it just happens and it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Who got hard?”

There was a sparkle in Andrew’s eyes. He clearly was not so innocent.

He wanted the gossip.

“Anything that’s happening here remains strictly confidential.”

I thought I had played that one smartly.

It meant that Andrew could trust me as well, I would not blabber about his behavior (or any natural body reaction) to anyone else.

Now that he was reassured, - and still somewhat angry against Dylan -, we went to the garage.

We did not have a lot of time so I was pretty quick with the test shoots. To be fair, I had designed a pretty efficient routine with the previous models.

As I shot his face, I told Andrew how good looking he was and that he should consider doing modeling for real.

Flattery was the right way to go about this but believe me, I was sincere.

The more I was capturing of his body, face and expressions, the more I felt like Andrew’s potential was severely underused.

He might have been the sexiest guy from the Lacrosse team.

He got shirtless pretty quickly and displayed what must have been one of the best chests I had seen so far.

The right amount of hairy, and a herculean frame.

Coach Bannon had referred to Andrew as a girls’ magnet and I definitely could see that.

I could have spent hours just shooting close-ups of the prominent vein running through each of his biceps or of his bushy defined armpits.

For the setting, I had brought a stool in the garage.

I had not shot any of the other guys seated so I thought this could be a good idea to mix things up.

We did more tests, it looked great.

The final picture would look stunning.

“Would you mind getting down to your underwear?”

“Nah…” He started pulling on the waistbands of his blue shorts. “Although…”

Andrew was fine until this moment but he was suddenly hesitant.

I thought I had finally stumbled on the only prudish guy of the Lacrosse team. Who would have thought there was one?

“What is it? You’re having second thoughts?”

“No… It’s just that… That thing we talked about earlier, it’s happening.”

I was confused until he looked down at his crotch.

I noticed the rather impressive bulge in his shorts.

“Oh. You… You’re having one of those natural reactions?”

It was both hilarious and sexy at the same time.

He nodded yes.

“I woke up with the morning wood hours ago and it wouldn’t go down. I thought the nerves would help me get this under control once I’d be here.”

“You know, being photographed can sometimes have the opposite effect.”

“What do you mean?”

“Many models get a kick out of showing off. Again, there’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s just an erection after all…”

“Trust me, everybody gets hard in the locker-rooms, I don’t care about that.”

“What’s the problem then?”

“I cannot be hard on the calendar’s pictures. I saw what the others did, it was classy.”

“Don’t worry, for now, we’re just trying things out. I want to see how it looks without your shorts on, we’ll find something to hide your penis anyway.”

“Okay.”

He did not seem convinced.

“I’m sure it will eventually go down, I’ve told you, you’re not the first model experiencing this technical issue.”

That was what had happened with Wayne.

“Fuck though, why am I always so horned-up?” Andrew chuckled nervously.

“Let’s keep testing different angles and we’ll see how we deal with that once we get to the proper naked picture for the calendar. Are you good with that plan?”

“That’s fine by me.”

Andrew took off his shorts and indeed, underneath his white boxer briefs, a large brick had formed.

The visible penis line was so clear, I could tell he was cut… And I could tell that, just like his teammates, he was hung.

He readjusted his erection in his briefs to prevent his cock from poking out the waistbands and Andrew sat back down on the stool.

Thankfully, the stud got rapidly used to flaunting his erection and he did not seem to be thinking about it a couple minutes later.

His cock though was untamable, throbbing and twitching under the fabric all throughout the shooting.

I had rarely seen that.

I spent nearly twenty minutes taking snaps which would never be featured in the calendar.

By this point, a stain of precum had appeared on his briefs, making them even more translucent.

“The pictures look great and I think we have our shot. You could get naked and hide your genitals with that Lacrosse stick, but…”

“But my cock is at full mast, man!”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“I don’t know why. I’ve been horny for days but like, until now, I still could somehow control myself but I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard! You think I’m getting turned on because you’re taking pictures of me?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just because there’s a man looking at you and appreciating your physique.”

He grabbed his dick through the fabric.

“Like, I’m hard because of you?”

“Yes, or more specifically, because of my gaze. Many straight men enjoy being seen, admired or worshipped by a gay man. It wouldn’t make you any less straight. It’s just something that I’ve observed.”

“The others were like that too? Jared? Miles? Dylan? Wayne?”

He was so curious about his teammates, that was funny.

“Some of them, yes.”

“Honestly, when I’m in that state there’s nothing I can do to get it down.”

“Nothing, really?”

He tugged on his cock through the fabric.

“I don’t know…”

I had many ideas in mind but I kept them for myself.

“First of all, Andrew, relax. We’re both men here and I’ve seen much worse.”

“Do I really have be flaccid for the shooting though? I could stay hard and we’d still get a nice picture.”

I walked next to him to show him the pictures I had gotten so far.

Admittedly, I also wanted to stand closer to the monster cock ready to tear up that pair of tight underwear.

“I really think this setting and lighting work perfectly. See.”

“Yes, that does look good… The pose, the stick, the stool, my body…”

“That could be one of the best shots of the entire calendar, I would hate that we have to change the setting to accommodate this… incident. However, we cannot feature a hard dick in this project, that’s for sure.”

“Shit. Let me try to think about something depressive, like, my grandma died last year.”

“Look, I’ll leave you up to it and you can do whatever to get that erection under control. Okay?”

I went back to the house, changed my SSD card and I left the horny hunk behind.

I had to collect myself anyway.

Once again, the shooting session was going rogue.

I was not sure what Dylan’s true intent was when he had told Andrew that he should not cum days before the shooting, but even if he had simply wanted to mess with his friend, he had offered me an incredible present.

My perverted mind wanted to take advantage of the situation but, as always, it was most important to respect Andrew’s wishes and limits.

I let him a good ten minutes to deal with his excited cock before returning to the garage.

There, I was welcomed by his bare bum.

That was the first surprise; I had left him in his undies and he had taken it upon himself to get fully naked.

To be precise, his white boxer briefs were wrapped around his ankles.

His ass was muscular and white, way less tanned than the rest of his body. Very tasty nonetheless.

But Andrew had not only gotten stark naked, he had also gotten to work.

Even from behind, the motions of his right arm left no place for imagination. The dude was stroking his cock… furiously!

He had not heard me walking in.

I observed him for a little while, only hearing the muffled sounds of a good and intense wanking session.

He was not moaning or anything.

When I felt like I had been perving on Andrew for too long, I made more noise walking towards him, as if I had just come back in the garage.

I made my presence known.

The horny student jumped and turned around; his fist still solidly wrapped around his hard cock.

He almost tripped in his own briefs entangled around his ankles as he moved.

“Fuck! Sorry… I…”

His face got instantly red.

“I see that you’ve found another way to get rid of that boner.” I joked.

“You… You weren’t coming back so I thought maybe, I had time to…”

“Bust one out?”

“Yes!”

“That’s okay, Andrew. As I said, I’ve seen much crazier things in my lifetime; I can handle a college jock having a wank in my studio.”

“I bet.”

“Don’t worry, you can finish yourself.”

He bit his lips.

“I… I still have one problem though.”

“You want me to leave you some more privacy? Or you want to go in my bathroom? You might be more comfortable there.”

“Nah… I mean, maybe… But weirdly, the cum doesn’t seem to come out.”

“I thought you were about to explode?”

“So did I! I… I’m confused, that never happened to me before.”

“Well, I’m not sure what else we could possibly do.”

Incidentally, I had made the mission of making his dick go flaccid a “we” problem.

Andrew looked down at his desperately fully stiffed cock.

I was right by the way, he was cut. His purple cockhead was shining.

Andrew had been precumming and I correctly assumed that he had used his own salvia as lube.

“You’re gay, right?” He eventually said.

“Right…”

Andrew scratched his head. I had seen other models doing that before him, it was always a great sign.

I was enjoying this turn of events more and more.

“I think you were correct earlier; I think that turns me on a little.”

“Having me watching you?”

“Yeah…”

“Should I keep watching to help you ejaculate?”

“You could… But like, there’s something else I’ve been thinking about a lot. I think that’s why I’m so horny right now.”

“What?”

“I’ve never talked about this to anyone…”

“Anything that happens here stays between us, remember. I haven’t shared any of your mates’ secrets.”

The jock was mindlessly stroking his big white dick. Finally, he said it.

“That would be so taboo to have a homo suck my cock.”

Jackpot!

“Taboo or exciting?”

I attempted to maintain a neutral voice.

“Both go together… Am I right?”

“You think you’re bisexual?”

“Nah. I simply don’t want to die stupid and…”

“Keep going. This is a safe place.”

“I’ve thought about it before but I had never reached the point of being so horny and surrounded by the right person for this to even be an option.”

“Okay. Fair. But where are you going with that? What do you want from me?”

His cock was dripping.

And I was starting to get my hopes up.

“I know this is a professional shooting and everybody else told me how respectful and pro you’ve been.”

“Yes. I’m trying to be.”

“I don’t wanna cross some kind of boundaries…”

I took a step further.

“You can tell everything to your photographer. There’s no judgment here.”

“Well, I do have this raging erection and… I’m not managing to cum by myself…”

“Those are just facts.”

My heart was racing in my chest.

“Yeah.”

“And we’re looking for a solution to that issue.”

“We are.”

“Andrew, what do you have in mind?”

I had walked even closer to my model. He was practically poking me with his fairly large dick.

I needed the words to come out of his pretty straight mouth.

“Since you’re gay, and since you find me good-looking, maybe…”

“Maybe what? Just state your piece.”

He sighed.

“Would you mind sucking me off?”

I froze.

Had Christmas come early that year?!

He had actually said the magic words!

How was this seemingly shy and seemingly straight boy so horny that he requested from me, of all people, a sloppy blowjob?!

What had I done to deserve such a blessing?!

I must have remained paralyzed for a little too long though.

“Sorry! I… I didn’t mean to say that… I… Just forget it!” Andrew hastily said, retracting himself.

What now?

He was taking a step back.

Already, he was taking this away from me?

“NO WAY!”

I shouted louder than I had anticipated.

“I apologize, I…”

I extended my arm and grabbed his cock. Firmly. Decisively.

Sometimes, a swift move is worth a thousand words.

It was Andrew’s turn to be frozen on the spot.

“Gabriel? Are you… Are you sure?”

I swallowed my saliva and slowly got down on my knees.

“Man, you’ve said it, we’re two professionals here. You have an issue preventing you from completing this photo-shoot, we have to fix it. I can fix it.”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Of course, not. It’s no big deal. I’m just helping you out.”

There was no longer even a hint of hesitation to be seen in his eyes.

“You’d like that? Eh? Sucking me off?”

“What do you think, gorgeous?”

“I think you would…”

“You just have to give me your go.”

I stuck out my tongue.

Right above my face, Andrew's stomach was moving back and forth. He was taking long, deep breaths.

I was still holding his girthy cock, I felt it leaking and vibrating under my fingers. This was so hot.

“Please. Please Gabriel, just do it.”

I smiled, took a good whiff of his horned-up dick and finally shoved it inside my mouth.

Andrew’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed the back of my hair and pushed my face down his cock.

I swallowed nearly five inches of his meat in one go. I fought my gag reflex and my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

Damn, this had been a while since I had gotten any action at all and I hoped I still had it in me!

Apparently, I did.

Andrew started grunting and thrusting his hips as I went up and down his cock.

I must have done a proper job servicing his big cock since he was dripping inside of me.

“What the fuck, man?!” He yelled. “You’re blowing me! A dude is blowing my freaking cock! That’s crazy, bro!”

He could not believe it and I hardly processed what was happening myself.

Still, I fetched my own cock from my pants, and for once, I jerked off in front of one of my models.

I mean, I was already deep-throating Andrew’s bone, it was about time to end the professional charade.

We were both horny young men and we deserved a (slippery) break!

“Come here, Gabriel… I like it a little rough.”

Andrew pulled away his cock and grabbed my wrist to drag me to the other side of the garage.

I let him manhandling me.

“Anything you want, stud!”

He spat in my mouth.

“Good answer, mister photographer.”

He slapped my face, not too hard but enough to show me who was the boss.

Not that I had any doubt before.

We had reached the garage door.

“Your cock tastes so good, Andrew.”

“Fuck, it does! Do you want to try my fresh cum too? I won’t last long with your wet tongue against my rod.”

“Yes, please.”

It is most important to be polite in all circumstances.

He pushed my face against the metallic door and there, he started properly fucking my throat.

Wow. Indeed, he liked it rough! And not just a little!

“How does it feel? Eh? To get a real straight man’s bone deep inside of you?! You like it?”

“Ffyes… Ffyes…”

“I do too… That’s even better than… Hmmm…”

I lapped my tongue around the tip of his dick.

He pulled away and he rubbed his sloppy cock against my face. He coated me with his juice.

“More…” I begged.

With a cheeky wink, he pushed his cock back in my mouth.

“I want it quick and dirty. Hmmm… There’s no need to pretend to be romantic with another dude, right?”

“Ffyes… Ffyes…”

“We’re between men, no need for sensitivity.”

“No… hmmm….”

“Dang, I can see my cock in your throat, right there… That’s mad! Hum… You can swallow it all… Hmmm… You’re a magician or a photographer?”

I was losing my mind and I started cumming in my hand.

I do not think Andrew even noticed; He was too focused on his own thing.

Well, on me.

I was his thing, his sexual toy, his rag doll, you name it.

“I can wreck this throat and shower you with my male juice?!”

“Ffflease…”

“I’ll feed you, man. Hmmm…”

He thrusted his pelvis harder.

My hands were coating with fresh sperm. Mine. Andrew’s ropes of cream were about to come.

“Only… Hmmm… Makes sense that I… Hmmm… Get you something to eat… After… Hmmm… The great job you’ve been doing for the team…”

He pulled back one last time.

I was panting and tears were flooding my face.

“Feed me, Andrew. Feed me.”

I was versatile normally but he had made me into such a slut.

A larger smile grew on his face.

I grabbed and massaged his heavy and full balls.

“I’ll cum deep inside your throat, man.”

One last time, Andrew forced his cock down my throat, going very deep and preventing me to breathe.

I was choking.

I was struggling.

And to be absolutely clear, I loved every second of this madness.

I wanted my model to use me and I felt grateful for every droplet of precum and every inch of cock invading my throat.

“Are you ready… Hmmm… For a large portion… Hmmm… Of horny jock’s spunk?”

I nodded yes, - as much as I could in the position I was locked in.

And there it happened; Andrew released himself entirely inside of me. There were countless loads and his ejaculation lasted for a good thirty seconds.

I thought I was about to drown with his cum.

It was warm, gooey, creamy. Anything a thirsty gay man could have hoped for!

He had not jizzed in days and I could definitely tell.

“Ffffank you.” I eventually muttered, his dick still bathing in my mouth.

That was a top-notch serving and I could not have been more thankful.

As we planned, Andrew’s cock eventually deflated inside my mouth.

Mission accomplished!

Interestingly, there was no awkwardness afterwards.

On the contrary, it seemed like Andrew had cleared his mind and he was much more chill.

He even made a couple of jokes as he returned on the stool.

I went to my kitchen’s sink to wash my hands but I did not wipe my face properly. Some of the jizz had dripped down on my lips and chin.

I did not care.

We had only a few more minutes to finish the shooting before Andrew had to leave but all we actually needed was a few seconds to have the perfect shot.

Nobody would ever know that right before this stunning picture of a naked athlete sitting down on a stool and facing the camera, he had emptied himself in the photographer’s throat.

Well, nobody but you, my dear reader.