The Calendar Project - Chapter 06

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 6: June (Wayne)

Another day and another hunk coming to my garage to take his clothes off.

What can I say? I loved my life!

As we were shooting the picture for June, I realized that we were halfway through this crazy project.

I promised myself that I would enjoy it as much as I could because I did not want to live with regrets.

Enjoying my time with Wayne was a no-brainer though, as the guy was friendly, easy to talk to and, I must say, very handsome.

Because he had let his bear grow a little, and maybe because of his dark hair and his build, Wayne looked a little older than his teammates, despite being barely 22, like most of them.

He was also quite flirtatious despite being totally straight.

Not that he was doing anything specific that could be identified as hitting on me, it was just the vibe he was giving off and I promise it was not just in my mind!

The lip biting, the casual flexing of his biceps behind his head, the incidental touching...

I think Wayne was so used to being in seduction mode that he was not even aware that he was doing it.

Apparently, he had a girlfriend and to put it simply, I would not have been so relaxed if I had been her.

"Lucy agreed for me to be in the calendar because she knows that mostly gay people would buy it."

This was a point I had never brought up with the guys.

I assumed our target audience would indeed be gay men, but who knows, maybe our calendar would appeal to straight women as well?

"It’s likely but some women will see the pictures too, that’s a given.”

"I know, but whatever helps her sleep at night! If this is what she needs to tell herself to let me do this, I’m fine with that.”

I did not insist, as long as he was okay with the pictures, I was not going to push back.

We chatted before the photo-shoot and Wayne told me about what was most important to his life: his gym routine and his diet.

I had the misguided idea to offer him a cookie and the guy gave me a Ted Talk on why it was so bad to eat pastries and sugar in the middle of the afternoon.

I listened to his speech religiously and then; I ate his cookie on top of mine.

God damn it, we were all going to die one day!

Luckily, Wayne was not a judgmental kind of guy and I think he was mainly talking about what he felt familiar with to hide his nervousness.

He was pretending like this photo-shoot was no big deal but I could tell he was not that self-confident.

“We’ll take it step by step, Wayne. We’ll start with a few pictures in underwear and when, if at any point, you feel comfortable, you can take everything off.”

“That sounds cool.”

“You’ve seen a bunch of the pictures we’ve taken so far. Have you seen any you liked? Did it give you any idea of what you’d like to do yourself?”

This was something I had thought about the night before as I was not really sure of what I could do for this new month.

What if I asked the boys directly?

I figured that having them involved in more steps of the creative process would get them even more committed when it would be time to actually strike a pose.

“Actually, I do have a preference, yes.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

“I like Miles better.” Hearing how that sounded like, Wayne corrected himself immediately. “I mean, I like Miles’ January picture better. I’d love to have something similar, just me, looking straight at the camera, showing my upper body.”

“And your V-lines.” I completed.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And the top of your pubes?”

“For sure. Hell, that’s a naked shoot. I know what I’m in for.”

I smiled.

“That’s perfect then. I’m cool with that. Let’s go to the studio in my garage and try a few poses.”

Wayne was a great model in the sense that he was visibly happy to be there, a source of ideas and suggestions, all the while being ready to listen to my advice or instructions.

It was a bit chilly outside and Wayne had come to my place with a brown jacket and a beige pull-over.

He was still wearing them as I was taking the first pictures.

As usual, we began with neutral expressions before I got to see him smile.

Obviously, he rocked the “seductive” pose like a true professional.

I simply had to say:

“Look at the camera as if you wanted to ask it on a date.”

And the player was here, manifesting before my eyes.

As the man holding the camera that Wayne was attempting to charm, I was a bit flustered myself.

Rather quickly, we moved on to shirtless pictures and I got to see the full extent of his muscular caramel chest for the first time.

Just for those moments of reveals, this project was worth it.

Nothing could compare to a cocky jock finally exposing the body he had worked so much for, with a hint of pride and anxiousness in his eyes.

I was so impressed by his pecs that I asked if I could take some close-up shots.

Wayne enthusiastically agreed.

“They’re big, right? Sometimes, Lucy gets jealous of how massive my pecs are. Like, they’re bigger than her boobs.”

“Man boobs.” I summed-up.

“Yes, pretty much.”

“Can you make them bounce? That could be a funny behind-the-scenes video.”

He seemed surprised by the request but he did not beat an eye before starting to effectively make his meaty tits bounce.

I was pretty sure he could do that and I was not disappointed.

“This, Lucy for sure cannot do!” He claimed.

I chuckled.

“Maybe, but at least, she gets to play with them!”

Oops.

I may have gotten a bit too comfortable with my model.

But as always, I was worrying too much.

Wayne was totally unfazed by my comment, and in fact, he went even further than me.

“She’s a lucky girl for sure! I’m telling you, man. A lot of chicks are asking for a quick squeeze and go on campus… And not only on campus… And not only of my pecs!”

He grabbed his crotch.

At this point, he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs.

“I bet you have a lot of demands.”

“Many women want a night with the Waynator but I’m a faithful man.”

He winked at me when he said the word faithful so I was not sure whether I should trust that.

Not that I cared.

“The Waynator? That’s how you call your dick?”

“My dick, but not only. Like, the Waynator is all of me but when I’m in my beast mode.”

I laughed.

I thought that I should have hung out more with straight guys in high-school and during the only year I did in college, I bet I could have had a lot of fun with them.

Back then, I was assuming that most straight guys would be intolerant towards me or downright homophobic.

I mean, I was certain that some of these Lacrosse guys were weirded out by my sexuality, and for the few of them who had refused to take part in the project, it had a lot to do with not “wanting to look gay”, but generally, they did not seem to care at all.

Even better, they liked to play around and arouse me on purpose.

As I said before, many straight men, - and especially gym rats -, just love the attention a gay man can give to their sculptural bodies.

We continued the shooting in underwear to test other poses.

I asked Wayne to lie on the floor, to sit in an old armchair I had brought in the studio, to spread his legs, and then, to stand sideway.

In the end, the face-shot seemed to be the best option so we sticked to the original plan.

Simple was the way to go.

About an hour and a half after Wayne had arrived at the house, it was time that we moved on to the real interesting part.

Not that I did not enjoy the conversation or the pecs’ trick, but come on, we all know why you are reading this story.

“Wayne, if you’re ready, I think you can take the briefs off.”

He chuckled a bit nervously.

“First time it’s not a woman asking for it.”

“Well, you should check your DMs then, I’m pretty sure many men have noticed the Waynator.”

I wanted to have him more relaxed.

It worked as he laughed at my stupid remark.

Although, it was not that stupid. Wayne showed me some of his DMs later on and I could not have been more right.

In his unread messages, Wayne was much more courted by men than he was by women.

And even when it was apparently “women” DMing him, I had serious doubt about their catfish identities.

That being said, the Cuban hottie did seem pretty loyal to his girl because he was not even reading those messages.

Of course, he only showed me what he was willing to share…

But let’s go back to business.

“Don’t make fun of my dick, Gabriel. It’s pretty cold in here.”

“Don’t even worry about that, I’ve been doing this for a long time, I’m totally desensitized to all shapes and forms.”

This was a big fat lie but it was for a good cause.

“That’s the problem. I know you’ve seen it all and I know how Jared is looking down there.”

Good Lord, I thought, the men and the size of their junks, the never-ending struggle.

“Wayne, I’m gay. I’ve seen my fair share of dicks and Jared is the odd man out in that department, not the other way around. I’m aware no one is normally that massive.”

Wayne scratched his head.

“I know… And I swear I’m not even that small. I mean, I’m Cuban! Having a big cock is practically printed in my DNA.”

Then, what was all this fuss about?!

Was he about to show me his cock or write me a thesis about his heritage?

“Do you know what’s the best thing to do when you want to remove a plaster from your skin?”

“What?”

“You don’t think and you just you rip it all off at once!”

“Oh. I see what you mean.”

His fingers were lingering on the waistbands of his briefs. Yet, he was not going for it.

“And look, if you don’t want to get naked. I get it. We can just lower the briefs a little to give the illusion you’re in the nude.”

He seemed to think about it.

“I’m not a pussy. I don’t give a fuck.”

“For someone who doesn’t give a fuck, you seem to be talking a lot about it, and not doing much to take it off!”

I admit. I had lost my patience there.

I would have never dared being this upfront during the previous shootings but I was getting tired of the false confidence, or alternatively, the false modesty.

Like I had hit a nerve, when I looked back at Wayne, he had his boxer briefs around his ankle and his dick facing me.

He was cut and indeed, a little smaller than the rest of the boys, but really, it was not that bad.

In fact, it was not bad at all.

His cock was girthy, looked heavy, - just like his hairy dark balls -, and his penis must have been the same size as me, around 4 inches or slightly less.

Pretty sizable for a limp dick and above average in any case.

“There. I ripped the bandage off.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“Why? Cause you don’t like my cock?”

“No, because I didn’t want you to feel obligated to do it. Your cock’s just fine. More than fine actually.”

Wayne had regained some confidence.

“And I’m a grower! Like, really. It gets huge when I’m hard, it’s just not that impressive when soft.”

As he explained the in-and-outs of the main tool of the Waynator, he was simultaneously fondling with his cock.

This was another typical “straight bro” behavior.

Some men cannot help themselves to be scratching those balls or holding their cocks all day long, especially when it is out in the air.

As soon as he was naked, it was like Wayne’s hand was glued to his dick.

As far as he was concerned though, I was not so sure that it was out of pure habit. It seemed like my model had an alternate motive in mind.

The cheeky hunk was giving himself a semi to have his cock look bigger.

To his credit, it worked, and I had to give it to him, as the shooting progressed, his dick was growing nicely… and enticingly.

I mostly ignored his casual stroking and I asked Wayne to come back where he was, with the perfect lighting and setting I had worked on earlier.

His naked body looked like a tanned Greek God, everything you may have wanted to see on the male specimen.

Firm muscles, toned skin, large shoulders, handsome face…

I could no longer stop snapping pictures and Wayne understood I was liking what I was seeing.

It gave him a strong ego boost.

He could look cocky, that was exactly what I wanted.

“Try this charming flirtatious expression again… Yes, just like that… You wanna invite the camera to dinner… Now, you want to kiss it… The camera is a woman you wanna get in your bed… Yes, you have to make love to it… You look good Wayne, so good… Show me what you’ve made of… Make those pecs bounce again… Nice, so much firm shredded muscle on that body!”

The picture was stunning but suddenly, something popped up in the frame.

I first saw the monster through the lens of my camera.

A shiny red and engorged cockhead, looking right into my eyes.

Somehow, the Waynator’s beast was fully awoken!

I took my eyes away from the camera to stare at the hardening cock with my own eyes.

It was not at full-mast, - not just yet -, but it was definitely hard.

“Sorry.” Wayne said, realizing what was happening.

I burst out laughing.

“Don’t apologize, that sort of things happens.”

“Shit… I…”

“Relax, it’s the risk when you do a naked photo-shoot, both for the model and the photographer.”

“I… I think I got into the character too much… I got carried away.”

“To be honest, I got carried away too. You looked so damn hot. I mean, you still do, even more so with that spontaneous body reaction if I’m being real!”

Wayne scratched the back of his head again but reassured by my reaction, he did no longer seem mortified.

“I should drink some water and collect myself to get it down.”

“You really want to tame that beast?”

“I mean, I cannot be hard on the pictures.”

“For the calendar, that’s for sure.”

Wayne walked away from the frame but then, slowly came back.

“Wait. What do you mean?”

“I thought you might have wanted to have a few pictures for yourself… Showcasing your body in all its glory… Some shots that I wouldn’t show to anyone else.”

I saw the sparks in his eyes before he agreed.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Dude, I’m gay and you look amazing, especially with a hard dick rising between your legs, I’m not going to complain too much.”

He gave me a cheeky smile and grabbed his cock firmly.

“Let me get it real hard then. If we do it, we need to do this right! It’s not even half to where it can grow.”

“Really?”

He nodded yes.

“Really.”

The next couple of minutes were a bit surreal.

I was standing next to my camera, staring at Wayne, who was wanking his cock, his eyes shut, slowly getting his monster to full-mast.

He spat on his cockhead a few times to lubricate his shaft.

I almost offered him to use his phone to watch a porn, or even, to leave him some room, but in the end, he seemed so focused on his task that I did not want to disturb him.

Also, the surprise of what was happening had kind of glued me to my spot.

It was like witnessing something crazy like a car accident or a meteor in the sky, I could not look away.

Why should have I? Wayne was willingly offering me a peep show!

After only a few minutes, he was indeed at full mast, presenting a cock which was way above the eight-inch mark, (classifying him in a super-hung category) and with an impressive girth.

Two hands were not too many to take care of that horse-cock.

“Dang. I can attest that you didn’t lie when you said you were a grower.”

He smiled.

“See. I never lie. The Waynator is fucking real.”

“Should we take a few pictures?”

“Of course, why do you think I did all of that?”

“Right…”

What was I thinking? He was not just giving me a show for free.

Some of the previous shootings had gone increasingly hot but, so far, I had never photographed a man with a full hard-on.

We had left the world of tasteful artsy photography to the world of raunchy erotic pose.

The calendar project seemed far gone from our minds and the sole goal there was to give Wayne the sexiest and raciest pic ever.

At some point, I lied down on the floor, right beneath his stiffed and veiny dick, to give the impression that it was properly gigantic.

The boner was towering above my camera.

Wayne loved that shot when he watched it afterwards.

His cock had never looked that good (meaning, that massive), and he did not even mind the hairy balls and ass crack we could see on the same frame.

I was proud of my work.

Frankly, I was mostly proud to have been able to remain in my photographer’s role in these circumstances.

It had not been easy as most of the blood in my body was obviously directed at my cock and not at my brain.

I even shot a few clips of Wayne stroking his dick and a few pictures where he was collecting precum at the tip.

Just to be clear, I was dripping too.

For a moment, I wondered if he would go as far as cumming for me but after a little while, his cock started to shrink again, going back to its flaccid state.

However, it looked much bigger now compared to when Wayne had first revealed his dick.

I had always been fascinated with limp dicks and it was a universal truth that they looked better right after a strong erection which had not led to an ejaculation.

“Do you think we have what we need?” Wayne asked.

“What we need for the calendar, for sure. We had it twenty minutes ago.” I admitted.

“Nice. Can I take a look?”

Wayne wandered in my place for a rather long time after the photo-shoot, with his flaccid (but meaty) cock dangling around.

We checked most of the pictures, from the tamest to the most erotic ones, and this was also when we went through a few of his DMs.

Wayne confessed that he was pretty sure some older guy had offered him a big amount of money for similar pictures and he was wondering if he could sell the ones we had just taken.

“I’ll send you those pictures and I give you all rights to use and do whatever you please with them. Just keep in mind that if there were to be any leak, this is your responsibility.”

“Of course. I’ll just have to think about it.”

“Will you tell Lucy?”

“Come on, I’m not crazy. I’m sure she’d be fine if I explained her the whole thing but why go through all that trouble when I could just buy her a nice dinner with the money I would make?”

“You’re a smart guy.”

“You are too.”

“How so?”

“You’ve found a way to get straight guys getting naked at your house almost every single day. That’s a move!”

My heart dropped in my chest as he said that.

Was I that obvious?

I felt like I had been caught red-handed.

“No… I… It’s not like that…” I mumbled awkwardly.

My geeky embarrassed self re-surfaced immediately.

“Wow, relax, Gabriel. It’s all fine, a very simple exchange of goodwill. It’d be sad if you didn’t get some eye candy out of this.”

“I suppose you’re right…”

“Don’t sweat it. Besides, you can look at what we’ve done today as a training for your meeting with Dylan tomorrow.”

“How so?”

“He’s a good buddy of mine. He told me everything, like, that you were about to shoot porn.”

“Porn?! I never agreed to that!”

“Really?”

“I… I mean, we… We mentioned shooting stuff for his personal use.”

“I think the personal use is that he’s looking for someone to film him nutting and stuff. You’re aware of that, right?”

I sort of assumed it was headed towards that direction but until then, I had had no confirmation.

I felt all flustered all of the sudden.

“I guess I’ll have to talk with him regarding exactly what we can do.” I deflected.

“Sure, that’s not any of my business anyway. I guess I should go; it’s getting late and I should take care of that.”

He looked down at his penis.

He had not judged relevant to put his trousers back on so far.

He was still playing with his dick mindlessly, displaying a delicious semi.

“I bet Lucy’s gonna have a good time tonight.” I dared say.

“She definitely will. Want a squeeze before I leave?”

He was pulling on his cock.

Once again, I was floored.

Those guys would never cease to surprise me!

“A squeeze?!”

I was fucking ready though.

“Not of my dick, man. I’m not gay. I meant of my pecs, like, regarding what we talked about earlier. I could tell you wanted to try it.”

“Come on, Wayne, you cannot be serious.”

He got closer.

I could feel the heat of his body and his sexual energy entering my personal space.

“Just a squeeze and that’s it, because you’ve been a good friend today.”

Was I really getting paid for my services like that?

What was my life turning into?!

I am not too proud of it but I did it. I grabbed his pecs; I caressed and squeezed them.

It lasted less than five seconds and Wayne giggled all throughout.

Meaty and juicy, just as I had imagined them to be.

And then, it was over.

Five minutes later, the sexy Cuban was gone and I was left with my own raging erection.

Those photo-shoots were getting wilder but the real action was only getting started.

Next stop: recording Dylan’s ejaculation.

I could not wait.