The Calendar Project - Chapter 07

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 7: July (Dylan)

Shooting with Dylan for the second time did not disappoint.

I was expecting a salacious exhibition and this was exactly what I got. And more.

The stud got naked in record time, basically taking his clothes off as he walked inside the house.

And contrary to our first shoot, he was right on time!

"I've been keeping my balls full especially for today, refraining from beating my meat or fucking girls since last week."

The tone was set.

Obviously, he had not lied, his balls looked much bigger and heavier than last time and his cock was constantly in a semi-erected state.

Dylan was as horny as ever and that was saying a lot considering that under normal circumstances, the dude was already obsessed with sex.

Although, as you know, he was mostly obsessed with himself.

He had been trying to grow a moustache - rather unsuccessfully - but the shameless athlete was so hot that even a mistake like this could not really alter his sex appeal.

Confidence is the key to being sexy.

The photo shoot for the calendar was rather uneventful.

I mean, a few weeks earlier it would have been the craziest thing to have ever happened in my life, but by this point, I had gotten used to the parade of hung athletes wandering around naked in my garage.

Still, it got pretty physical when I offered to oil Dylan's anatomy so his muscles would come out better in the pictures.

The excuse? His body needed to look sweaty and wet for a hot summer photo!

Once again, I was impressed by the width of his back and the size of his shoulders.

Even more so when I rubbed them with oil!

There was so much ground to cover and appreciate. I took my sweet time with it.

Dylan took care of his chest and junk himself, but I got to feel his back...all the way down to his peachy fat ass!

Other than that, we stayed professional and even though he was stark naked and visibly horny, the photos remained classy.

Classy as far as a naked calendar goes.

In real life he was a dumb brat, but with the right lighting and the perfect angle, Dylan could really look like a supermodel.

Just like when I had shot Miles and Jared for the second time, I could tell that Dylan was more experienced and that he knew exactly what I was expecting of him.

I was proud of my work, but no more than he was proud of himself.

"Damn. I look so good in this one! We have to choose this picture for the release of the calendar. The chicks will be begging me for a good fuck!"

It was a close-up picture of his back, shoulders and the side of his perfectly symmetric face.

"I agree."

"You can tell the truth now. I'm the best-looking guy on the team! Right?"

He winked at me.

If I had to be honest with Dylan (and with myself), I would have said that Lucas was the one I had been thinking about the most since our shoot.

Not only I found him to be absolutely gorgeous, but since we had started developing a friendship over texts, I liked him even more.

Also, I may have stalked Lucas on Instagram to get more footage of his round little butt in his sports gear.

"I haven't met all the players yet..." I deflected.

"I'll bet you anything that by the end of the afternoon, I'll be your favorite!"

Several times, Dylan made subtle - or not so subtle - references to the spicier shooting to come.

I could not wait, and obviously neither could he.

I suppose that was one of the reasons that the calendar portion of the shoot was quicker than usual, and we agreed on the perfect image for the final edit in less than thirty minutes.

We had to move on to the next (and more important) phase.

Dylan was still buck naked and oiled up when we returned to my house.

I poured him a glass of water and suggested we take a break, but he was visibly eager to empty his balls.

"Are you still interested in shooting the more personal pictures and videos for me?"

"Of course, a deal is a deal. But what exactly do you need, Dylan?"

I had a pretty good idea, but I did not want to assume anything wrong.

As usual, Dylan was much blunter and more assertive than I ever would have been. In a way, that was very welcome.

I definitely needed his straight-forwardness to go further with my model.

"I have a few foreign guys who send me money for sexy videos online, but one of them complained last time he got a clip...”

“What was wrong? You didn’t show enough?”

“Nah! I gave him everything! My nut and all. He said I didn't know how to film my dick. I was gutted, he sent me a hundred bucks just to watch me jerk off but then, he just disappeared."

"Oh. I see. So, you'd like to have...?"

"A good jerk-off video to send to the best buyers. I need some cash!"

At the very least, this was clear.

He picked up his phone, which he had left on my kitchen table, and started scrolling.

"I guess I could be your director." I mentioned.

"Look at this one. Did it really look that bad?"

One second, I was looking at Dylan in the eyes, the other, he was showing me a full screen of his hard cock being stroked by his own hand.

“Wow.”

“That clip was worth the hundred dollars, right?!”

Where do I start?

The cock in the video for sure looked appetizing, at full mast, veiny and dripping with precum.

That being said, the angle was far from ideal. Dylan was holding the camera way too close to his dick, from above, and that did not show much of his balls or shredded body.

On the plus side, his erected penis was properly huge.

“You do have some potential for porn, man.” I commented.

“People always say that. But the dude never returned after this one. He was one of my best buyers! A German guy or something.”

“That’s because no gay guy is really into a close-up of an anonymous dick. We want to see the face attached to it, more of the body, I guess your client wanted to feel more connected to you.”

“My client! That’s rad, I had never thought of it this way. I’m like a business man, with customers and all.”

I chuckled.

“Sure… If you say so.”

“But see, it proves my point, I think your guidance might help. You told me you were into me, right? You’d know exactly what my buyers would want to see!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“During our first shooting, were you not bricked the whole time?”

I felt my face getting red and I hated myself for being so awkward when Dylan was so careless.

“I’m trying to remain professional, man.”

“Gab, that’s just a natural reaction! Don’t sweat it! And as I’ve said, your expert eyes might be helpful to me. We make a great team!”

I smiled.

“Okay then. I think I might be able to give you a few advice and to shoot something. Does Coach Bannon know about this?”

The cocky hunk shrugged his (massive) shoulders.

“I don’t think so but I don’t care, this has nothing to do with the calendar project. We’re free to do whatever we want in our free time. Am I right? Besides, the videos will only be sent to a few selected and wealthy buyers.”

“You’re not afraid of the leaks?”

“Why? This is just a dick, what is people’s fucking problem with nudity? Every guy gets hard for Christ’s sake.”

“Fair. Still, I think we better change the setting and not shoot in the garage. I want things to remain strictly separate.”

“You’re the boss, Gaby.”

I should mention that, all this time, Dylan had remained stark naked and entirely oiled up, his fat dick and full balls hanging low between his legs.

“Where would you like to go to be comfortable? The couch?” I suggested.

“That’d be all right but… Why not go to your bedroom?”

And I was supposed to stay calm? The guy was pushing all my buttons.

I pretended not to be completely aroused and flustered by the idea.

“Sure. Why not? This way.”

The nude adonis walked in front of me so I could admire his large juicy bum.

Thinking of which, I had not brought anyone to my room in nearly a year. I was not even sure I had made my bed that morning.

It turned out that I had when we walked in.

Phew.

Well, I do not think Dylan would have cared anyway.

“So, this is where the magic happens, eh, Gab?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many guys have ploughed your lil’ ass in this bed?”

He jumped inside.

I had never met someone that rude and sexy at the same time.

As always, Dylan was acting as if we had known each other forever and we were best bros, sharing every detail of our intimacy together.

I mean, even with my best friend, I would have never dared jumping on his bed completely naked.

To each their own, I guess…

I was not complaining though. I had already spilled so much jizz going through the Lacrosse team players on the very sheet Dylan was lying on.

The latest loads had been over Lucas’ candid pictures on Insta so I was not really one to lecture anyone.

“I’m not a fan of revealing my body count.”

It was my usual tactic, deflection.

“That’s fair. Do you want to know mine?”

He was visibly eager to tell me how big of a fucker he was.

“Have you not lost count by now?”

He laughed.

“Good point, Gab. I kept precise tabs for a while but at this point, I have to say, I can only give an average. Like, does a blowjob count? Does doing the same girl twice but on a different year count? Should I count it double or triple when they’re two or three, and when one of them, I’ve already banged?”

That was more complicated than math equations.

And I had never been very good at math. I bet that Dylan was not either.

“I think a range will be fine.”

“I’d say more than 200 for sure but I’m not certain that I’ve passed the 250’s mark yet.”

“Damn. Are you just saying that or are you serious?”

“I’d never mess around with that. Fucking is serious business.”

“Dude, you might want to see a therapist about sex addiction.”

I was joking but not really.

“I didn’t think I could shock a gay guy; I thought you’d be fucking all the damn time. That’s what I’d do for sure if I were gay. It’s easy enough to get a girl in my bed, but between men, that must be even easier!”

“Depends for who…”

“Argh! I’ll teach you some tricks!”

I rolled my eyes.

I should have hated his cockiness but I was a weak man and he was so very hot and so very naked.

Also, I should point out that since we had been chatting in my bedroom, he was also playing with his not-so-limp dick more and more outrageously.

I did not mind making this moment last.

For this more personal portion of the shooting, I was in no hurry of being done with it.

“Basically, you’ve fucked every single girl on campus?”

“Far from it! There’re thousands of them!”

He seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of having them all riding his dick.

I wondered how low his standards were, at the same time, I wondered who could possibly resist such a sex magnet.

Yes, he was a pig, but come on, he was a tempting slab of fresh meat.

“Lucky for you, you still have about eight months before the end of the year to bang them all.” I joked.

He was literally stroking his semi-hard cock at this point.

He kept talking as if this was completely normal though.

“To be fair, I’m fucking more MILFs than chicks my age. I like experience better and I cannot stand the feminists or the ones who play hard to get for too long. College girls are annoying nowadays.”

I lost track of the conversation for a bit.

His cock was getting too damn big not to be mentioned.

As Dylan would have said, I was myself sporting a pretty heavy brick in my pants.

“You… You want me to start filming?”

He looked down at his own dick, as if he was surprised to be touching himself, as if he was only realizing how lewd he had been.

He smacked his cock against his shredded stomach. A pearl of precum slid against his abs and belly button.

“Should I not wait to get it to full mast first? It can get much thicker than that.”

I refrained a gasp, or maybe it was a moan, I could not hide that I was flustered anymore.

Not that it mattered.

Clearly, I had been way too sensitive about what those shameless men might think of my reactions since this entire project had begun.

They did not give a fuck, or even better, they loved the fact that they were turning me on.

“I think we should start filming now. Watching your cock slowly grows is part of what makes it hot.”

“Neat! Get the camera then!”

Once again, he was ordering me around in my own house.

We had not discussed any payment for my work there, but I suppose it was understood that my remuneration would be made in the form of spicy eye candy.

Dylan had already compared me to his “client”, the fucker knew what a privilege it was to film him in all of his glory.

I did not even try to pretend otherwise.

I got my camera and I said “Action”.

“Wait. What am I supposed to do?”

“Exactly what you’ve been doing. Do you need to watch a sexy video or a porn to keep you going?”

“Gab, I haven’t jacked off in nearly a week, I’m about to literally explode! No, I don’t need to watch some low-budget porn to get that big juicy cock hard.”

I moved a light around and found myself a spot right at the edge of the bed.

“You should keep talking like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like how you can get your cock hard so easily. How badly you’re horny. How juicy and massive your dick is…”

Dylan bit his lips playfully.

He enjoyed hearing me getting naughtier.

I liked that too.

“I see… This is what you like to hear? When I talk dirty to you?”

I nodded yes.

My hand was slightly trembling as I held the camera. I hoped it would not be perceivable on the footage.

“Then, get a closer look at my uncut cock getting rock-hard. Don’t be afraid of the big monster against my abs, it doesn’t bite… Yes, take a good look at that bone, Dylan Junior loves the attention.”

His dick twitched at I filmed it closer.

It was getting seriously huge. I was drooling.

Dylan began to stroke his cock at a faster pace and with much more intensity but I did not want him to cum too soon.

“Take your time, go at it slowly…”

He stopped jerking off and instead, he dipped his finger between his foreskin and his cockhead.

He was fetching some creamy precum.

“Looks like Dylan Junior is getting all wet and ready to explode.” He spoke.

I got my camera even closer, almost touching his impressive member.

Dylan retracted his foreskin slowly, he went back to his balls and I followed his hand, I caught a glimpse of his asshole in the process.

That was when I got on my knees to get a better look.

Maybe I could offer a quick blowjob?

I was dying to swallow that cock.

I bet he would say yes.

“Tell me, Gaby! Am I doing a good job being an Alpha Slut?”

Great choice of words.

“That’s… That’s awesome… I… I mean, people will love that.”

“Of course, they will. Who doesn’t love a big jock full of testosterone! See how my male juice is leaking out of me… It’s dripping on my stomach… On my thighs… It’s gonna mess your sheet.”

“Ahh…”

Shit.

This time, I had not managed to refrain my moan.

Dylan was living for this. The more I was obviously aroused, the more it was getting him going.

In the end, we were making a very functioning duo to produce high-quality porn content.

The athlete had to keep his hands busy with something else than his dick to follow my instructions of not nutting too soon, therefore, he used his fingers to rub his own nipples.

It kept getting better and better.

I remained on my knees but chose a larger frame to film his entire chest, the cock throbbing and lying on his stomach (by this point, fully erected) and the meaty pecs he was feeling up, as well as his face.

Dylan was sex on a stick in his daily life, I let you imagine how much big dick energy he was exuding in that moment.

“I bet you’d love to feel that cock in your mouth… I can go so fucking deep… Or straight in your tight ass…”

I was getting ideas when he added:

“Or maybe you’d like it better in your warm pussy… Hmmm… Fuck… I cannot wait to eat some wet pussy again… Make a girl squirt the hell out of her puss… There’s no lube necessary when a chick meets Dylan Junior…”

Damn it.

The guy was still desperately straight.

I was way past the point of being shy though.

“Spread your legs, I want to film more from this angle.”

I was crawling to the other edge of my bed.

I wanted to film him just as if I was about to blow his cock or rim his ass myself. Wishful thinking.

The “POV” direction would be a hit for sure.

Being unfazed by my request, Dylan simply obliged.

Well, he did more than obliging. He lifted his two massive legs in the air, and he exposed his slightly hairy asshole and balls to my camera (and to my eager eyes).

That was the money shot for sure!

“Can I go back to stroking myself? I want to bust my nut.” He told me a little more seriously.

I gave him a thumbs up.

I was very much mesmerized by his pinkish virgin tight hole. It was slightly contracting and winking as Dylan wanked himself.

The footage I had already recorded would ensure me hours of jerk-off sessions in the following weeks… and maybe years.

Dylan spat in his hand and used his saliva to get his dick even juicer.

Trust me, it smelt like raw sex in my bedroom (and I did not intend to change my sheets after that little shooting).

“I’m getting into the zone… I… I’m gonna bust…” He moaned.

“Okay. I… Let me get the camera closer.”

“Hmmm… Yes… Right… How do you want to record the fireworks on screen, Gab?”

“That’s the time to get up-close and personal.”

He spat directly on his dick.

It looked so huge, so tasty, so ready to tear up an asshole.

“I feel it coming… I feel it bad… Fuck… Get it… Don’t miss the shot… Hmmm… I’m about to…”

I made sure the camera would catch the complete eruption.

One thing that I had not planned though was that I would be the one being massively hit.

The professional lens was right above his cockhead… And what was right behind the lens?!

My freaking amazed face!

“I’M CUMMMIIIIIING.”

I felt the volley of thick cum hitting my forehead before I processed what was happening.

The second load hit my mouth. The third was hanging on my lower lip.

I swallowed some of Dylan’s juice!

The taste was strong but believe me, delicious.

The fourth rope of cum ended on my camera. It ruined part of the shot but it also added a level of interaction with the potential purchaser.

The fifth and sixth volleys were sprayed all over my cheeks and my dark hair.

Dang!

My model had turned into a freaking volcano and nothing could stop his XXL ejaculation.

Seven, eight, nine, ten loads… Those were falling on his stomach which was getting drenched as well.

No doubt, my sheets were definitely messy by now.

That was a cumshot for the books!

“Yes…. Fuck… That feels good… Fuck, it’s been so long… Hmmm… I can produce so much spunk! Have you seen that?!”

I definitely had. And felt it. And swallowed it.

I was shook…

And content…

And speechless…

And I had not seen everything yet.

I kept filming as Dylan brought his dirty creamy fingers to his mouth and sucked his own jizz off.

“Proteins!” He exclaimed with a smile.

“Wow…” I muttered in a breath.

What else could have I said?

“Fuck, bro! I soaked you with my cream. You’re covered!” He was hysterical.

“I… I’m fine… I’ll go to the bathroom.”

I hastily left the bedroom.

From behind, Dylan called me out.

“Hey, man! Just swallow it! It’s good protein and I rarely offer my spunk to another guy. One time offer!”

He was laughing his ass off.

I was losing my shit… But indeed, I was also licking off my face. This may have been the single opportunity of a lifetime.

This calendar project was taking a whole new direction.

I took a few deep breaths over my sink, did wash my face, and went back to my living room where Dylan was waiting for me.

He was standing in the nude, droplets of cum still dripping from his deflating cock.

What a sight!

“You’re good, Gaby?”

“I am, yes. Are you?”

“For sure. I needed this! I’m not used to keep my spunk inside those balls for too long. Normally, I release myself twice or three times a day, pretty much in every consenting hole I can find.”

What a pig.

“I think the video will be a best-seller.” I told him.

“Great. I let you deal with the edit. I should go.”

My editing mission had not been discussed beforehand but obviously, I agreed.

“Sure.”

I would work for free but could I really complain?

Dylan was finally putting some clothes back on.

“Who are you seeing tomorrow?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“For the calendar? Who’s getting photographed?”

“Oh. It’s… It’s Coach Bannon.” I remembered.

Dylan smirked at me.

“Not sure you’ll get a similar happy ending with him.”

“Please, I don’t think we should mention this to your coach. I know you don’t care but…”

“Stop worrying so much, Gab. The coach is a cool guy and he loves the project. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if he knew you also help me with my personal videos but there’s no reason to blab about what we’ve just done.”

“Exactly. No reason to spread the word.”

Dylan tapped on my shoulders.

“You’re a great professional and a great dude, but God, stop overthinking so much. This was cool, wasn’t it?”

I nodded yes.

Just feeling his hand on my shoulder was getting me all fuzzy again.

Dylan went another step further… He grabbed my cock through my pants.

“And a piece of advice, bro, get a release too! You’re about to explode my friend.”

Those were the last words he told me before he left.

And he was right.

I ran to my bedroom the second he disappeared through the front door, and I came in the same sheets, mixing my semen with his.

That felt nice.