The Calendar Project - Prologue

Gabriel is a broke aspiring photographer with not much to do aside from watching reality television and scrolling through social media all day. His life is pretty dull until he meets the local college’s Lacrosse team during a party.

The boys have an idea, they want to sell a calendar to make some money and get a little taste of fame.

I guess the hunks are about to line up in Gabriel’s garage to get their pictures taken… in the buff!

As always, this story is a fiction.

It contains mature themes and it should be read by adults only, and in any case, by people over the age of 18 years-old.

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THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Prologue: The Frat Party

I cannot believe that I almost did not go to the party.

Lauren had to literally drag me there.

She needed a wingman and who else better than her gay best friend to be on her side?

One senior from the Lacrosse college team had invited her to the frat party he was throwing to start the new semester just right.

As a college drop-out myself, I was not too keen to go, but the idea of being surrounded by shameless drunk athletes had to be seriously considered.

The thing was, I was living in a “college city”, very near the campus actually, but it was not really by choice.

My dad had decided to move to Florida for his retirement and he happened to have a house here, in Pittsburgh, and I happened to be a failure without an actual job.

I moved in my old man’s house temporarily so I would not become homeless and at this point, I had been squatting there for a couple of years.

I had turned the garage into a shooting studio but I had not really put the work to get people invested in my art.

I thought that I was talented but with today’s technology, who needs a photographer?

Aside from a few GrindR hook-ups, my life was pretty dull.

I was spending most of my time by myself watching boring and repetitive reality television shows or jerking off, most often to the same guys I was previously watching on television doing Onlyfans content.

The circle of life in 2024.

Thank God for Lauren who I knew since I was a teenager and who had stayed in our hometown, working as a nurse.

She was responsible for the vast majority of my social interactions.

Lauren had matched with that dude, Jared, on Tinder and she did not feel like going to the party by herself.

It was always a good idea to meet someone from a dating app in a public place, but when said public place was a house filled with horny frat boys, you better get a wingman.

I agreed despite knowing that she would probably ditch me five minutes after our arrival to go make out (or more) with Jared in one of the available rooms.

I was a good friend, Lauren was persistent, and there was also the real opportunity for some eye candy, so I reluctantly went.

To be fair, the pictures Lauren had shared of Jared from his Tinder profile were rather inviting, - if you could ignore their shitty quality.

Jared shirtless on a boat; Jared shirtless holding a puppy; Jared shirtless working out; Jared shirtless on the Lacrosse field…

You get the idea.

The dude had a banging body and he knew it.

If only I could have the opportunity to shoot a man like that, I was sure that the pictures would look stunning.

We arrived at the party quite late and most people around us were already pretty drunk.

As expected, Lauren did not waste any time finding Jared.

“Hey guys, so glad you were able to come!”

He hugged the both of us warmly, although, he may have been a bit warmer with Lauren.

Jared seemed like a chill guy but more importantly, he was very hot.

Sharp jaw, great smile, the typical Lacrosse’s fit body barely hidden in a sleeveless tank top, and a nice bouncy ass as far as I could tell.

The only thing I would have changed was his hair, dyed green following a stupid bet or whatever.

Maybe he had lost the latest jack-off challenge with the bros?

At the very least, that was what I would picture in my mind before I would go to sleep that night.

Especially as I got to meet the rest of the Lacrosse team.

Miles the captain, who was clearly the Alpha dog of the pack, but I also met Andrew, Dylan, Casey, Lucas, Wayne…

Each one of them hotter than the last.

My head was seriously spinning and I had not had a sip of alcohol yet.

Quickly enough, Lauren disappeared and I found myself in the middle of a snooker room filled with college jocks, half of them shirtless, all of them eager to party and to flirt.

I think that they mistook me from one of their straight bros at first and I felt like a fraud.

For some reason, I always felt like I was “lying” if I was not admitting rather quickly that I was gay.

Like, would they be that shameless and sexy if they knew that I was into them?

As it turned out, that particular crew would.

Lauren had already told Jared that she would come with her quote-on-quote “gay best friend” (it was probably to make it clear that I was not a threat to the two of them dating), and therefore, pretty much everyone knew about my sexuality.

Honestly, I liked it better that way.

It is the thing that most people fail to mention when they talk about coming out.

It is not a one-time event and then, you move on with your life as a proud open homosexual.

I wish it was that simple!

Basically, anytime you meet someone new you have to come out all over again, and therefore, to question whether it is appropriate or not.

But I digress, I was trying to look comfortable in a room filled with senior college studs talking sports and hot chicks when the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“Yeah, right, you’ll treat her with a date to McDonald’s! She’ll be very much impressed with that.” Wayne teased Andrew who was talking about going after a rich girl from campus.

“Shut up! I’ll get a part time job this year, I’ll figure. I’ll get some money somehow.”

“We don’t even have enough money to go to the state championship as a team, please, if you have some pennies in the bank, use them on us, not on your girls.” Miles said a little more seriously.

“Bros before hoes!” Casey barked.

“That’s a fucking shame! I’m fuming against the coach and the entire staff for letting us hanging like that!” Someone else added.

I was visibly meeting the team in the middle of a financial struggle.

Part of their fundings was gone and basically, they had been encouraged to organize charity events to get some money to be able to compete in the state championship.

They were pretty shocked and gutted by the news.

“That’s all the coach could tell us earlier. As if we’re going to sell cookies or organize a raffle…” Wayne explained to me, jaded.

“All the money from the board goes to the football team and we’re left with nothing.” Lucas intervened.

He seemed to be the most discreet guy from the group. He was a bit leaner than the rest of them but he was very cute.

I thought that maybe their personal results were not that good if the college was no longer investing in them but I wisely kept that consideration for myself.

“That’s a shame, guys, I’m sure you’ll find ways to make money.”

It was mostly an empty remark.

I was trying to be nice.

It did get the guys talking though, throwing ideas around on how they could actually achieve this goal.

They had gotten the news only a few hours prior and they had not really thought about it yet.

“We could ask people who were coming to the game last year to make donations?”

“Come on, bro, can we try to be a little serious? We don’t have real fans who will pay just so we get to play.”

“Maybe a few would… But that will definitely not be enough.” Andrew recognized.

There were a bunch of silly suggestions like making and selling cakes or crepes, having a concert, or even, doing an auction where they could sell items or a date with them.

Apparently, they had seen this bit in a movie.

But then, the ideas became a little more interesting.

“We could do car washes?” Dylan proposed.

“That only works for girls, no?”

Miles turned towards me.

“You’d pay to have us do a sexy car wash, right?”

He was shirtless, he was a bit sweaty, and he was also absolutely stunning. His hairy armpits alone were turning me on so bad.

I think I may have blushed.

“I… I guess… I mean, there’d certainly be an audience for that.”

“I should call that buddy of mine in the UK who’s been part of a rowing calendar. He made a ton of money, not only for the team, but for himself too!” Miles continued.

“The guy who got naked and had his dick leaking all over the internet?” Andrew mocked.

“Well, yes, maybe, but he’s freaking rich now!”

They all had a laugh about it.

I am not sure the idea of the calendar would have stuck if I had not been there. But I could not help myself; It just made sense to offer my service.

“If you guys are interested, it’s not that hard to make a calendar.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a professional photographer. My studio is less than ten miles away from here. It literally only takes taking twelve good pictures and you’re all set.”

I was a bit generous with myself calling the old garage my studio but eh, I had indeed set up some professional equipment there.

Miles got immediately excited.

“That’s neat! What were the chances we’d meet you tonight?!”

“Yes, freaking awesome! You could photograph us?” Dylan looked pretty interested too.

I had noted from the get go that Dylan was a typical narcissist.

He could not let go of his phone and he had already taken a bunch of selfies flexing his (large) biceps to send to whoever.

I bet he did not care much about raising funds but mostly wanted to have good pictures taken of him.

Not that I am complaining, that was fair.

“I am normally paid for my work but I guess I could make an exception, or like, maybe only earn money on a shared of the sales you’d make on the calendar?”

“That sounds like a genius idea, my friend!” Miles tapped my shoulder. “The coach’s going be so impressed with that.”

“Yes, he thought we would be helpless coming up with something…”

“Wait, what kind of calendar are we talking about though?” Lucas, the shiest one in the bunch seemed a bit worried.

I almost said something to reassure him, thinking I would shoot them in their Lacrosse’ gears or, at worse, shirtless, but it was once again Miles who talked first – and the loudest.

“Naked of course! You really think we would sell any copy otherwise?”

“Dude…”

“What? A lot of people do that. Where’s the problem? It’s not porn! And we all look good, well, some better than others.”

He contracted his abs, - he had the complete eight-pack -, and flexed his meaty muscles.

What a little brat…

Admittedly, I loved that. I was a sucker for cocky college jocks.

“I bet we could even get some media traction from this! I’m sure we’ll get followers from doing a calendar like that.”

That Dylan guy was more and more evidently obsessed with being seen and getting popular.

In all fairness, the entire team seemed to be buzzing on the idea of taking professional pictures and becoming famous.

“I’ll make sure the photographs are tasteful.” I eventually said.

I was trying to reassure them but honestly, I was not really sure who I was trying to convince since the boys seemed even more excited than I was.

They were already teasing each other and talking about the poses they could take.

After a while, they were even acting as they would for a professional shooting, and for some reason, Dylan found himself in his tiny white briefs, showing off for the entire room.

His little performance standing on a table and then grinding on the floor was just lewd.

He was about to take off his briefs when Lauren and Jared finally joined us again.

They for sure looked like they had had some fun, Lauren’s hair was all messed up and Jared could not let go of the grin on his handsome face.

Miles announced the big news.

“Hey Jar’, guess what?! We’re shooting a naked calendar!”

“What? Where the hell is this coming from?”

“Gabriel, Lauren’s friend, is going to photograph the entire team in his studio and then, we’ll sell the calendar as a charity thing to help our team compete this year!”

Lauren gave me a cheeky look.

She knew it was basically my wet dream coming to life.

“You want to sell nudes of us?” Jared asked his captain.

“You heard the coach this afternoon? We need the money, well, we’ve found a way!”

I was once again apprehending Jared’s reaction.

Every step of the way, I felt like this opportunity was just too good to be true.

When did College boys become so comfortable with their nudity?

I mean, maybe they had always been like that. I had not been attending college for long.

I guess social media and Onlyfans had also played a role in pushing the boundaries on what was acceptable or not for straight men to do.

In any case, although surprised at first, Jared did not seem fazed by the idea.

Quite the opposite actually.

“Okay then! When’s the shooting, boss?” He asked, looking at me, keeping the same damn grin on his face.

“We can start next week to make sure the calendar is ready in November.”

“Let’s fucking go!” Dylan roared behind me.

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[This was a short prologue to introduce this story in which each chapter will focus on a different shooting for a month of the calendar. Next week, find out how Miles did for the January photo-shoot!]