The Calendar Project - Chapter 05

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 5: May (Jared and Miles)

Here we were, my first double!

Or so to speak.

To illustrate the month of May, two Lacrosse team members would be featured on the same picture.

And that was not the only novelty in our little project.

For once, we were meeting outside of my house.

Jared and Miles were waiting for me on their campus as the photo-shoot would take place in their gym, more specifically, in the locker-room.

Yes, just like it probably does for you, the sole thought of walking inside a college locker-room was awakening old fantasies of naked sweaty athletes, changing and horsing around after a game.

It had been a scheduling nightmare to have the place just for ourselves but Coach Bannon had asked a couple favors to give us an access to the gym thirty minutes before its usual opening time.

We had to get up very early and we would have much less time compared to when we were shooting at home but it was definitely worth it to get the feel of the boys’ natural environment.

Besides, I was getting more confident with my skills and I had already photographed both models.

We would be fine, even within a tight schedule.

Miles and Jared were waiting for me in front of their dorms at sunrise, chatting with Dylan and with Wayne who I was supposed to photograph the next day.

Just like the others, I had met him during the frat party a couple weeks prior.

And just like the others, he was a gorgeous stud.

Jared was noticeable from afar with his bright green hair.

I could not fathom how Lauren was letting him keep that ridiculous haircut while they were dating. This had to be a deal breaker, right?

Although, in all fairness, I knew that the athlete had other assets to show for.

“And here comes the big boss!” Dylan shouted as I walked towards them.

Always subtle, that guy.

I must say, I was slightly disappointed that Lucas was not hanging out with them. I had been thinking about him a lot since our shooting.

We had even started texting back and forth about the calendar project at first, and then about pretty much anything.

He was pretty sarcastic in his texts and I liked that.

“Hey guys, how are you all doing?”

They fist-bumped me one by one.

“We’re fine, man. That shitty university doesn’t respect us but we don’t need their stupid money anyway.” Miles explained, bitter.

“What do you mean?”

“The coach confirmed to us yesterday evening that we would have to get all the fundings to travel to the competitions ourselves.”

“When the football team can stay at fancy hotels after the game! Talk about justice!”

“To be fair, the coach seemed pissed about that too… The issue is not Bannon, it’s the freaking administration.” Wayne said.

“We’re really counting on this calendar project.” Miles told me seriously.

“Thanks for pressuring me.” I spoke.

The future of their team could not really lie on my shoulders. That must have been an exaggeration.

Or at the very least, I hoped so.

“Hey, this thing’s gonna be a huge success! Just check us out, guys! Every chick on campus wants to see us naked. And not only the chicks!”

Dylan winked at me.

And there he was again, the narcissist king flexing his biceps and doing everything he could to be at the center of the attention… even at 6:45 in the morning.

Jared rolled his eyes while Wayne started showing off as well as a joke. He even lifted his sweater to expose his shredded abs.

Wayne was tall, half Cuban, and he was also quite massive.

He was less “in your face” than Dylan, - I mean, who could ever be?! -, but I could tell that he was very fond of himself as well.

“That’s enough. We should go to the gym asap; we don’t have much time this morning.” Miles settled.

“Do you want me to hold that for you? It’s a short walk from the campus.” Jared proposed looking at my bag full of professional equipment.

“Don’t worry, I’m good.”

I was no college athlete but I could carry a camera, a tripod and a couple of lights without hurting myself.

“Of course, big man!” Jared teased me. “Let’s go then.”

“See you tomorrow.” Wayne told me a bit anxiously.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s gonna be great.”

“Should I bring something specific to your place?”

“Just your massive Cuban balls and your fat ass, man!” Dylan teased.

I would not have said it so straight-forwardly myself but there was some truth in that.

I ignored Dylan’s comment though. It was often the best thing to do.

“Just bring some of your gym wear and we’ll make do.”

“And I’ll see you on Wednesday.” Dylan interrupted again, winking at me.

We had planned a longer session which was supposed to last for the entire afternoon to produce his “personal content” – whatever that meant.

Dylan was an insufferable brat but frankly, I could not wait for this (spicy) one-on-one.

It took Jared, Miles and I about fifteen minutes to get to the gym.

I did not dare to complain about my arms hurting on the way. I should have accepted the help.

The gym was mostly empty except for a few coaches locked in their respective office, a few guys from the volleyball team who were waiting outside, and a janitor, angry that we would use the locker-room at this hour, disrupting his routine.

Entering the large sport complex brought back some icky memories of my own (albeit short-lived) college days, when I was feeling anxious and inadequate.

A tale as old as time: the gay boy nervous before the gym class.

It is not that I was bad at sport in general, just that I did not care for it that much and that I could not relate to the hyper competitive and hyper aggressive men around me.

You want to pick me last in your team? That is fine, but please, do not pick on me after practice!

In a way, going back there as a photographer with two hunks willingly getting naked for me felt like a sweet revenge, some sort of a cathartic experience.

I did not meet the coach just yet but Miles went to fetch some keys in his office.

I had heard so much about Coach Bannon and I had already talked with him on the phone a few times, I kind of wanted to know what he was like in real life.

But for now, there was no time to waste and we hurried to the locker room.

I was almost dizzy as I walked through the door.

There it was.

The intoxicating and familiar musky smell.

One can clean a place like that all day long, I do not think it is possible to get rid of the distinctive scent of sweaty and horny college boys.

“Okay, Gabriel. How do you want things to go?”

If Miles had been talking to my libido, I would have said many dirty things.

But he was addressing the photographer, and as always, I had to remain professional.

The guys were fully trusting me and I wanted to honor their trust… All the while staring at them in the buff (obviously).

“We’re in your actual locker-room, let’s try to capture some authenticity. I was thinking that I should be like a fly on the wall, getting a glimpse of your intimacy. At the very least, that’s the feeling I want to give to the viewer.”

“And in simpler words…?”

Sometimes, I forgot that I was dealing with simple college jocks.

“Just act as if I’m not here!”

“Dude, I’m not sure you want to see us act like we usually do in the locker-room.” Jared said.

“Yeah, that might be a little much for your innocent eyes.” Miles added with the most telling smile on his pretty face.

I chuckled.

“That’s exactly what I want from you, guys.”

Miles and Jared gave each other a knowing look.

I wondered what they were thinking about and what I was about to witness.

I had a vivid flash of when Jared had jokingly told me about the time, he had lost a nutting contest and had found himself forced to dye his hair.

Had he been joking though?

To this day, I am still unsure.

The sole thought of the circle jerk-off session right where I stood was sufficient to make my mind go wild…. And my dick go hard.

“Let’s go!”

First of all, they had to change from their regular clothes to their Lacrosse gear.

I would photograph them in multiple stages of dressed, undressed, and everything in between.

“We get naked and put our shorts on then?” Jared asked.

“Yes, act like you would usually do for a practice. Just take your time so I can take some shots.”

“God damn it, Jar’, he told you to act like he wasn’t here! Just take off your clothes and let your big dick hang like you always do!” Miles spoke.

“Shut up, pretty boy!”

“Don’t talk to your captain that way.”

They were teasing each other, but at the same time, they were taking off their clothes, which was exactly what I wanted.

Raw locker-room atmosphere.

The two Adonis revealed their muscular chests, then their thighs, they took off their sneakers and socks until they were down to their boxer briefs. 

One red, one yellow, both tiny and super tight, accentuating their prominent bulges.

I took close to 50 pictures during the striptease, and probably twenty just as they pulled down their underwear.

Having each of them buck naked in my garage had been a pretty intense experience but seeing both of their cocks hanging right there was a whole new level of sexiness.

“We keep going?” Miles asked me.

I nodded yes.

I was trying to be as discreet as possible.

I did not want them to purposely turn around to ft in the frame or consciously expose any part of their bodies.

I wanted to catch their manhood as if it were a surprise or a gift, something you yearn for but are never sure you will get.

I was back to being the closeted gay guy in the locker-room, hoping for a slip.

Jared moved around to get something from his bag and suddenly I would have his huge black cock a few inches from my face and my camera lens. It would take the entire frame.

Big boy indeed.

I definitely knew why Lauren put up with the green hair.

Miles was already getting dressed again. God bless him, he had come to the shoot with a pair of jockstraps.

The captain knew his way to my heart.

I filmed a close-up of his veiny cock being slowly put away in the pouch of the white jockstraps.

I was not sure what this footage was for but it was too beautiful not to immortalize.

On his right, Jared did not even bother with underwear.

He slid himself inside a pair of shorts, red, the color of their team.

I did not know where to look anymore: Miles’s big fat ass enhanced thanks to the jockstraps or Jared’s big fat cock bulging in the shorts.

I knew for sure that the full-frontal pictures I was taking would be too scandalous for a college charity calendar but amongst the dozens of shots, there would be some usable materials as well.

Besides, as they got into their sports gear and put on multiple layers of protective gear, the pictures became tamer.

Still sexy though.

At some point, Miles had his T-shirt and shoulder pads on, he was wearing the helmet and the mouthguard, but on the bottom, he was still in his jockstraps, wandering in the locker-room.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

The funny thing was, once they were ready, they needed to strip all over again.

This time around, I did give them a few instructions.

We had been quick for this first step and we still had a good twenty minutes to go.

"Okay, guys. That was great. Now, before you get undressed again, shower, and change back into your regular clothes, I want you to look more like you've just come from an intense game. I want you to be a little more... How may I say this?"

“Dirty?” Miles suggested.

I smirked.

“Yes, that’s the general idea, like you’d be sweaty after a game, your hair should be wet…”

“Do you want us to spray some water on our face?”

“Maybe… But if you could have a more natural sweaty look, that’d be even better.”

“An intense five minutes work-out should do the trick.” Jared said.

“Yes, especially for you, Jar. He’s drenched as soon as he starts running on the field or doing push-ups.”

“That’s right, that’s because I’m actually giving myself for the team at every practice! Not everybody can say the same!”

Miles playfully slapped his teammate’s ass.

Too bad they were now covered by his shorts.

“I’m giving myself too, I just have more cardio. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Whatever. So, what do we do, pretty boy? Push-ups competition? See who can do more in 5 minutes?”

“Stop calling me pretty boy and what does the winner get?”

They seemed to come up short. I intervened.

“Maybe the winner can choose the final picture we will insert in the calendar for the month of May among those I’ll have selected. This way, he can pick the one he looks best on.”

“That’s a deal.”

The boys shook hands on it and they got down on the floor.

They were wearing their sports gear because it would help their bodies heat up faster… and make them sweat more proficiently!

I let them do their thing. This type of silly bets was exactly what I wanted to witness.

Bros being bros.

Honestly though, who does not want to see sexy Lacrosse players competing against one another, only for the sake of being photographed naked with more sweat dripping down their ass cracks?

They did hundreds of push-ups on the tiles, and since it was too easy for them after the five minutes mark, they added an extra challenge: doing them with one arm.

I was genuinely impressed and recorded the express workout for the behind-the-scenes.

The guys had to pretend the camera was not there, (I was a fly on the wall, remember), but it was obvious they were trying to flaunt for an audience.

Anyway, it worked.

By the time they were done, beads of sweat were dripping from their respective hair and Jared's cock was deliciously stuck to his shorts. I could even see his veins through the fabric.

I swallowed my saliva and adjusted the boner in my trousers.

The guys saw it and they did not care. We were way past that point. My erections were an inherent part of every shooting apparently.

“What now?” Jared asked.

My mouth was dry.

“Now? I guess we should assume that the game or practice has just ended and… In that logic, I suppose it would be time to undress for a shower, no?”

“Usually, we stink so badly when we come back here that it’s not even a question. Especially for that guy.” Miles replied, pointing at Jared.

“Again, some of us are just more committed to the game when they’re on the field.”

“Dude, you stink and that’s nothing to do with commitment. You’re smelling like cheese, right now, after only five minutes of working out!”

Jared puffed and sniffed his own armpits.

A dark stain was visible but I thought it made him even sexier.

“Smells like a lavender field to me!” He joked.

I cut them off before the banter could continue.

It was all fun and games but we had a photo-shoot to finish and I had not taken the winning picture yet.

By the way, we had never really determined which one of the two had won the workout challenge and would decide about the final pick.

"I'll take a few more shots while you get undressed and then, once you're naked, don't acknowledge me, just head for the showers and I'll follow."

Miles refrained from another snide remark and walked toward the bench.

“I’m ready.” He announced.

Jared said nothing but started to take off his top.

It was a bit more difficult than earlier because that thing was tight and now partially glued to his chest.

The second striptease was even steamier than the first.

Not so much because of the sweat beaming on various parts of their anatomy, but more so because of their ease as they got used to being their shameless selves in front of my discreet camera.

Their hair was messier, their faces more animated, and their reactions more spontaneous.

When Jared made Miles smell his bare, hairy armpits to prove that he did not stink that bad, it was a fantastic shot.

Frankly, Miles' disgusted face was priceless and all the teammates had a great laugh when I showed the snaps to them later.

On his side, Miles was back to wearing only his white jockstraps.

The waistbands had printed a red stain on his impeccable body and I noticed more easily that his juicy ass was even paler than the rest of his white, godlike body.

The other difference was that the two of them were talking mindlessly.

Their conversation was mostly about things I did not understand, like the names of famous Lacrosse players or their stats, but it showed that they had understood the assignment, providing me with authentic content.

Jared scratched his balls under his shorts. The last article of clothing he was wearing.

And Miles scratched his ass and played with the straps of his sexy underwear.

They hung around like this for a little while, giving me the time to snap another fifty pictures.

I bet that the target audience for the calendar would eat that shit up.

I definitely was.

And talking about eating, Miles’ backside was making me very hungry! Like, I could have drooled on the floor.

For some reason, it was Miles' dick and upper body that had caught my attention the most during our first shoot, but this time around, I was obsessed with his massive rounded butt.

It showed that this second try was a good idea.

Just like an astronaut, I was just beginning to explore the wanders of the bodies of these hunks.

While they were still chatting, Jared finally got rid of his gym shorts and showed off his notorious big veiny cock.

His trimmed pubic hair was dotted with beads of sweat.

I think one was hanging from the tip of his dick... Unless that droplet had nothing to do with sweat.

Whatever it was, I wanted to drink it.

It turned out that I was not only hungry, I was thirsty too.

They had towels in their bags, but they did not take them to walk to the shower room, which was adjacent to the main locker room.

I was glad they had not even considered covering up.

Why should have they been modest anyway? I had already seen it all.

I was pretty sure that the vast majority of the players were happy to let their dicks swing in front of the others so it was natural for them to hang around like this.

I grabbed my camera and followed them.

Jared slapped Miles' ass for laughs on the way, and Miles returned the favor.

Since his teammate had slapped him a little harder, Jared responded with an even harder spank that echoed all around the room.

They both burst out laughing.

Was I in heaven or what? The red imprint of Jared's hand stayed on Miles' right ass cheek for almost a minute before it disappeared.

The shower room was everything I had hoped for and more. The perfect place to fulfil my fantasies.

It was made up of a few blocks separated by walls that did not go all the way up to the ceiling.

There were three shower heads in each of the “stalls”, but they were not on the walls, they were set on the ceiling instead. It meant that up to three players could take a shower together while standing in the middle of a stall.

What a nice perspective…

My hands were slightly trembling as Jared and Miles walked towards the same block.

I had not asked them to do this; they could have used a different stall, but they did not.

I made sure to remain steady, to catch the natural light coming from a small window, and to set my camera at the perfect distance.

This had to be my perfect shot.

The two studs turned the water on and heated the entire room.

The water was hot, very hot, creating fog inside the stall.

Miles slightly turned towards me to make sure this was okay, and I gave him a thumbs up.

It was more than okay.

They were offering me a wet dream, literally.

They had not brought towels, but Miles had a shower gel in his hand.  

He first squirted the cream on his chest and soaped his own body, including his limp uncut cock and large balls. They were slightly hairier than the last time which, as you know, I appreciated.

That was sexy enough but he did not stop there.

To my surprise, Miles did not hand the bottle of soap to his teammate when he asked for some, but he squirted the gel directly on his mate’s wet body.

I was in awe.

“Mind to help me with my back?” Miles asked afterwards.

“Sure, captain.”

“Thanks, there’re some places I cannot reach.”

They were for sure doing it on purpose. They knew exactly how to entertain me and their future audience!

The guys were both standing sideways and Jared started rubbing his teammate’s shoulders and then his lower back, slowly but surely going further down.

His hands were so large, Jared was getting very close to his mate’s white bubble butt.

His humongous cock too, now dripping with water, was dangerously close to that crack, like a monster ready to invade.

I think my jaw may have dropped at that instant.

I switched my camera to the video-recording mode because those motions had to be immortalized as well.

How were they staying flaccid?!

I was rock-hard and any gay man would have lost his shit watching this… or even better, taking part in this!

“Want me to return the favor?”

“Why not, captain? I cannot deny you the pleasure, eh, you’d love rubbing my ass way too much!”

“Just what bros do, helping each other out!”

Miles did turn towards me to give me a very telling wink.

Yes, he was fully aware of what he was doing.

He squirted the soap on his friend’s back and thoroughly massaged his bare skin. He ended up with a hard slap on his black ass.

To be fair, he was one out and now they were finally even.

I did my best to focus on the task at hand but trust me, that was not easy to not get myself distracted or simply, to not crawl towards them and rim their respective assholes avidly.

Black or white, I wanted to taste both flavors available on the menu.

I collected myself.

They were back to actually showering and I had to get usable shots of that moment for the calendar.

I snapped a dozen pictures, each sexier than the last.

It was great because there, I was only seeing their spectacular backs and it had already been discussed that the calendar could not feature full frontals, but could present full moons.

It was also right on time because to my astonishment, I heard a deep and scary voice behind me.

“Looks like we’re having fun in here!”

I gasped, mortified.

Who was there?!

Jared and Miles turned around, exposing their dicks to the stranger behind me.

I did not even dare to look but thank God, the boys started laughing.

“Good morning, coach!” Jared exclaimed as he was still soaping his (massive) penis.

Coach?

“So, this is what a professional photo-shoot looks like.”

The more time I was spending without reacting, the more awkward it was getting but I was like paralyzed.

I felt like a teenager being caught on his phone in class instead of listening to the teacher.

Was I doing anything wrong?

“How do you think the pictures will be looking, coach?” Miles asked, finally getting out of the shower.

“I assume they’ll be peachy!” The man laughed. “But it’s the young man down here we should ask that question to.”

Fuck.

I was the “young man down here”, on my knees as I was photographing the two nude models.

Finally, I got out of my torpor and stood up, glancing at the coach for the first time.

Although, it did not feel like I was really standing up given how much taller Coach Bannon was.

He was very tall and he was very broad, a bulky man in his late forties, with a furnished beard and messy salt and pepper hair.

Everything about Bannon was impressive, except maybe for the tiny nylon shorts he was wearing.

But that was a detail, I should have been looking at his massive hairy thighs nor at his evident bulge!

“I… I mean, you’ve seen… You’ve seen the last pictures?” I stammered.

“I have. Great work.”

That was reassuring.

“Those should be of similar taste. Except I do think the locker-room vibe will add something to today’s shots.”

Coach Bannon nodded in approval.

“I agree, that’s why I’ve made sure you could use the room. But your time is up, gentlemen.”

“Oh. Okay, well, we were done anyway.”

I was suddenly very much in a hurry to leave this place but the coach did not seem in such a rush.

“Do you have a second, Gabriel?”

“Of course, coach.”

Naturally, I had called him like that.

“Maybe we can have a little chat while the boys are changing.”

“Sure.”

We did not leave the locker-room, Coach Bannon sat on a bench facing Miles and Jared who were getting to their towels.

That was the most surreal conversation setting of my life.

My heart was beating fast in my chest.

For some reason, I was super anxious.

I took a seat next to the coach and he put a hand on my thigh. I was surprised but I did not say anything.

“I simply wanted to thank you for the time and efforts you’ve been putting in this project.”

“Really? I… I mean, that’s fine.”

“I know you’ve been working for free so far and I know my boys can be a handful, so sincerely, thank you.”

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

“That’s quite all right. I hope the calendar will be very successful and we can all benefit from it once it’s out there.”

“With your talent, I’m sure it will be.”

“Well, it’s easy, the guys are so hot…” Oopsie. “Uh… I mean, so photogenic.”

Coach Bannon chuckled.

“Either way, the work is remarkable and I think the calendar will be the perfect response to the way the administration has been treated this team.”

He let go of my thigh.

I could breathe again.

“I’m doing my best to get everything ready on time and be able to sell it by November.”

“The boys are committed to this deadline as well so there’s no reason to fail.”

I agreed and Jared and Miles were done changing.

The coach was a bit chatty and I did not know how to get rid of him, even when we finally got out of the locker-room, he kept talking.

Sports, photography, university…

I was too overwhelmed to really follow the conversation and I must have truly sounded stupid.

Hell, he was working with jocks every day. He must have been used to that.

When I thought the conversation was finally over and I was walking away from the gym, he came back towards me.

“Hey, Gabriel!”

He had to walk fast to reach me.

That became a little weird.

“Yes?”

“Do you think it would be all right if I got involved as well, showing the boys I’m with them?”

“Sure… I mean, what do you have in mind?”

“I’m not sure… But… Maybe I could be featured? I could illustrate a month as well? Like, you could photograph me.”

This, I did not expect.

The proposal opened some new and very interesting possibilities!

After the initial shock though, I was immediately enthusiast. Coach Bannon looked pretty good with his shorts on, I bet he looked even better without.

“Of course, that sounds like a great idea! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner actually.”

Coach Bannon largely smiled.

“Phew. I was afraid you’d find it inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate, why?”

“I’m 49…”

“On the contrary, I think it showcases the team spirit. Exactly what we want to do with that calendar.”

“Amazing. I’ll register myself on your schedule then and we’ll do that soon enough.”

“That’s all right by me.”

Finally, the coach let me go and I was left with even more dirty ideas in mind.