The Calendar Project - Chapter 01

THE CALENDAR PROJECT

Chapter 1: January (Miles)

I kept on thinking that this shooting would never happen but as the days went by, it seemed like the guys were serious about it and that, therefore, I had to set things up for real.

Miles called me the day following the party to ask about the logistics.

The idea was not just a drunk bet, Miles had not forgotten about it and more than that, he was adamant about making this a successful project.

I hurried finding a website which would easily turn my pictures into a calendar we could sell copies of.

I also threw the idea that we should sell an online version with additional pictures and content for those who would not order the hard copy, or on top of the physical calendar.

Miles was hyped.

“The more money, the better off we are!”

Quickly, he informed their coach who was also very into the project (which I did not expect) and it was on.

Less than four days after the frat party, I had to seriously prep for the shooting.

This was the overwhelming part.

The horny part of my brain was all about what I should make those college hunks do or what kind of outrageous poses they should take, but I also genuinely wanted to do a good job.

It was a real career opportunity for me as well and the guys trusted me.

I am not too sure why because I had nothing to show for, but led by Miles, most of them had agreed to go for it and pose naked in front of a complete stranger.

I had to make the studio in the garage look as professional as could be.

I also had to come up with a plan, for every month and every picture.

The calendar had to be cohesive in its entirety but each photograph had to be unique.

Then, there was the scheduling to deal with.

All those boys were eager to take part but they also were rather busy between classes, practice, and often a part-time job.

To make it more manageable I opened sessions of about three hours each for the next fortnight and they had to register for the ones they were available for.

Unsurprisingly, it was Miles who got in for the first session.

I barely slept the night before.

Staying professional was a great concept but like, this man was hot as hell and he would be undressing – fully – before me.

Although I had various plans depending on the degree of nudity he actually wanted to go for, the sole perspectives of spending three hours one-on-one with one of the biggest jocks of campus was making my head spin.

I had asked him to come over with some of his Lacrosse gear.

That was another thing I was not familiar with: the damn sport they were all playing.

I had to go on the Wikipedia page to try to understand, at the very least, the basics of what they were supposed to do on that field and how the various tools they were using were properly called.

I did not want to look like a complete idiot but I did not think I would fool anyone either.

I mean I was so bad at this that I did not even know that the Lacrosse was actually the name of the stick the players were carrying.

The thing was, I always felt like the gear, the helmet, the mouthguard and all that protective equipment were obstructing too much of the view to have me get any interest in the sport.

You see, I was more into wrestling, swimming or even better, diving, where everything was pretty much on display for us viewers to enjoy.

I understood during the party though that the Lacrosse players looked insanely good without their sport gear on, and that sort of made change my outlook on the sport.

I was about to discover much more in the next few days…

Anyway, Mike got in with the Lacrosse stick, his gloves, his helmet and the entire team uniform in a bag.

He had a practice afterwards so it just made sense.

He was otherwise wearing another one of his sleeveless tank-top and a pair of loose shorts.

We were in the middle of September; the weather had been abnormally warm in Pittsburgh.

Even with casual clothes on, and even without trying, Miles was a stunner.

And it was not just about his physique.

Although his body was definitely one to admire, in my view, his handsome face was really what made him special.

The craziest part was, I did not think that Miles knew that he had a model face.

He was spending so much time building those muscles, the biceps, the pecs, the shredded abs, - he was not skipping legs’ day either -, that in his athlete’s mind, his face was a non-factor.

He even got mad at his mates for calling him “pretty boy”.

For that reason and to get him more comfortable, - or maybe, to get myself more comfortable -, I started by taking a few portrait shots.

“Just relax, look at the camera as if you were looking at someone you know… No… Don’t try to make any specific facial expression, just look at that person with no feeling attached…”

He could not help himself and he chuckled.

That gave me a great genuine smile on one of the pictures.

“Like that?”

“Yes, you look great. These portraits are for you. You have to realize how gorgeous you are.”

“Really?”

“Of course, really. You have full lips, pale but inviting eyes, right between greenish and blue, the symmetry of your face is close to perfection… I mean, you don’t have a bad side, that’s a photographer’s subject dream.”

He seemed to be flustered by my words.

I could not really understand why. He had to know just by looking in the mirror how attractive he was!

Even down to his hair, they were naturally looking like he was coming straight from a L’Oreal advertisement while I was convinced that he had never used the slightest hair care product aside from basic shampoo.

The man naturally had what millions were trying to achieve by purchasing countless skin care products.

But I guess every one of us is our worst judge when it comes to have an objective look at ourselves… Miles did not realize his full potential.

He was such much more than his muscles.

After those first portraits were shot, we got back in my kitchen and I offered the stud something to drink.

He went for plain water; he was very mindful of anything he was putting in his body.

You do not get an eight-pack without being totally committed to the task.

I showed him the photographs I had shot so far, only of his face, and he was very impressed.

I think that was my favorite part of shooting other people, their reaction when they saw how good they were looking with the correct lighting, angle, and thanks to a quality camera.

“Damn… I’m hot!”

Not exactly the reaction I expected but good enough.

“You certainly are, Miles.”

“I mean, I should put that pic on my Tinder profile.”

“Wait a minute, see what else we have today. This was just a tiny appetizer.”

“This is going to be so good!”

I was so relieved by his enthusiasm.

We went back to the garage which looked much better than a few days prior, and I set up the materials again.

“Okay, let’s move on to the picture for the calendar. I was thinking you could be holding the Lacrosse stick. You could even have your gloves on.”

“Sure… Gloves on and everything else off then?” He asked cheekily.

He was very ready to get naked.

He could not wait actually.

Honestly, neither could I but I tried to remain collected.

“Let’s start by taking some body shots in your underwear. I want to do some tests and see how it all looks.”

“You’re the boss!”

With a quickness, he pulled out his tank top and he got rid of his sneakers, socks, and shorts.

He was wearing a blue pair of tight boxer briefs.

Just putting that information here, - do what you wish with it -, that underwear seemed quite filled.

Aside from his armpits and an almost imperceptible treasure trail, Miles was practically hairless.

Some of the boys had asked me if they should trim, shave or anything, and I had told them to come as they were.

I like a little hair myself but I also had to recognize that with such a defined body, Miles looked very good when he was smooth.

There was not a single ounce of fat on that hunk of a man. I had rarely ever seen that.

Also, that was the moment where I decided his armpits would have to show on the final picture, one way or another.

These hairy inviting bushes would get the calendars to be sold out for sure!

I readjusted the growing erection in my pants, hoping my model had not noticed, and I took dozens of shots of Miles in his underwear.

“Okay, now, look straight at the camera, but I don’t want this neutral attitude anymore. Instead, I want you to look at the lens as if you wanted to flirt with it… As if you were looking at the hottest girl ever.”

Miles smirked and he did the job.

I was starting to get carried away.

Was he looking at me like this?

“Nice… Now flex your biceps… That’s right… You look good, you can be cocky, flirtatious… Yes… That’s it!”

He was natural at that and he seemed to have fun.

The cheeky genuine smile was making the whole thing even better.

“You can be a little crazier… Move around… Yes, like that.”

When he started jumping around and his cock bounced in his underwear, I was clearly witnessing a living work of art.

“Exactly, be playful, that’s nice!”

He kissed his biceps.

The guy was dying for attention and I think he appreciated mine.

I did not have to bother hiding the hard-on in my pants anymore. At this stage, I was convinced he was happy to turn me on.

Without even realizing it, I had already taken hundreds of pictures and my SD card was filled.

I wished something else would have gotten filled… If you get my drift!

“Little break, Miles, I need to change this.”

“Should I wipe myself up? I stink.”

He was sweating a bit after all those shenanigans.

“It’s up to you but the slightly wet look suits you well.”

He rubbed his own chest.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

I went back to the house to get a new SD card and realized that I was outrageously bulging through my pants.

As I said, I had to own it.

When I returned to the garage, Miles had not moved one bit and he had remained all shiny with his sweat.

Good boy, I thought.

I took a few more photographs where I asked him to put his hands behind his head and I think I already got the perfect shot amongst what we had done so far.

It was all fun and games but time was passing by and it was getting urgent to remove that last piece of clothing… If we ever wanted to get to it.

“Hum… I… I suppose that if we want to advertise this as a naked charity calendar, you should…”

I was going at it tentatively but Miles had already grabbed the waistband of his blue underwear.

“Take this off?”

“Yes. If you’re comf…”

He did not let me finish; the boxer briefs had already fallen at his ankles.

I was stunned that he would not even try to hide his (large) genitals with his hands or anything.

That literally cut me mid-sentence and I probably remained there, my mouth opened, unable to have a professional reaction.

If you can believe it, I was the one feeling overwhelmed by the situation and Miles had to be the one reassuring me.

“No worries, man, we’re always naked with the boys in the locker rooms and the showers. I don’t mind having everything hanging in the open. Heck, it’s freeing!”

And there, before my incredulous eyes, he started doing the helicopter with his junks.

Trust me, he had enough meat to get the whole thing bouncing, turning, and fapping.

God bless, the man was uncut!

I had always had a deep and extended passion for flaccid uncut cocks…

“I… No… I mean, I’m used to photograph nude bodies, that’s fine.”

That was a big fat lie but I had troubles finding anything right to say in front of this big fat cock.

And the balls too!

Did I mention the balls?

Two perfect nuts, hanging so low, and as smooth as the rest of his body.

“So, what should I do?”

It had been already agreed that even though the calendar would feature the hunks naked, all the shots would be tasteful and for the most part, nudity would only be suggested.

This is something I had to discuss with Coach Bannon the day prior.

Ass would be just fine, even a glimpse of cock, but no full frontal.

That being said, the most daring guys may want their cocks to be fully on display in exchange of an additional fee on some bonus pictures.

But we were not there yet.

“I’ll start by doing a few shots with the frame of the camera right above your pubes, it looks so much better without the waistbands of your underwear in the shot. Those V-lines deserved to be seen.”

He smiled.

“Let’s go!”

“Try to look at the camera sensually… No… No smile, show the audience you want them just with your eyes…”

The shots were honestly sensational.

“Like that?”

“Yes, that’s excellent, Miles. Now take the stick and put it behind your neck.”

“I’ve got a big dick but not sure I can get it behind my neck.”

He burst out laughing from his own play on words.

“I meant the Lacrosse stick, idiot.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know, I’m just messing with you.”

I could let it pass.

He was bending over to grab the stick and I got a glimpse of his slightly hairy asshole.

He had not brought his trimmer to his uncharted ass crack.

Amazing. I liked it better that way!

Now, if only he could spread it wide…

“Okay, now your two hands behind your head, yes, like this… Keep this same gaze… Hold the pose, that’s just perfect.”

“Dang. I smell my stinky armpits from here.” He joked once he was done with this particular pose.

I may have drooled when he said that but we kept going.

“Let’s try a few back shots, just to be sure we have everything we need.”

“Sure!”

Miles happily turned around and I was facing another piece of art, his banging ass.

That was such a shame this bum was belonging to a straight man, but at the very least, it was a straight man who was more than willing to provide a gay audience with eye candy.

I resisted asking him to bend over and spread his cheeks, - I bet he would have done it -, and instead, I asked him to contract his glutes and then to take various poses turning his back and then sideways to the camera.

When he eventually fully turned back towards me, I could swear that his cock had gotten just a little bit chubbier.

I had been praising his body for nearly three hours and he had been playing the seductor role for most of the time, maybe that had eventually had an effect on his raging 22 years-old libido.

There, as we were nearing the very end of the photo-shoot, I dared one unprofessional comment.

“You’re really big everywhere, aren’t you?”

He grinned.

“I’m not too bad for a white guy, but you see Jared next, right?”

“Yes, he’s coming by tomorrow.”

Miles puffed.

“He’s the real big boy in our team.”

I gulped.

Two thoughts went through my mind.

First, Lauren was a damn lucky girl.

Second, I was a damn lucky photographer myself!

“Should we take some final shots for potential bonus pictures before you go?”

“What time is it?”

“8.”

He was precisely supposed to be leaving at 8 not to miss the evening practice.

“I guess we can spare five more minutes before wrapping this up.”

“Great!”

“What do you have in mind, Gabriel?”

“Just a few more silly shots. The calendar’s photographs will be very serious but we can have more fun with the bonus pictures.”

“Do tell…”

At this point, he knew that I was mostly making myself happy there.

He did not seem to mind though; he had the cheekiest eyes.

“Remember when you did the helicopter?”

He smiled and winked at me.

“Let’s make it fly up again!”

And he started to thrust his hips, making his big cock fap everywhere all over again.

This time though, I was non-stop taking pictures.

I even got very close to the action to take some more up-close and personal shots.

“Man, you really are made for this.” I said, genuinely impressed by how comfortable he was.

It was unclear if I was telling him he was made to be a professional model or a pornstar though, because by then, he had his cock in his hand and it was dangerously growing into a semi.

The things I would have given just to have a lick!

“Thanks, bro. Do you think we’ve got everything we need?”

“Yes… That’s… No doubt.”

I was stammering a little.

“Neat!”

He hugged me briefly, while stark naked, - his cock brushed against the erection in my jeans -, and he walked back to get his clothes while mindlessly playing with his cock.

He retracted his foreskin and I saw his cockhead for the first time.

The three hours had flown by but I reminded myself that every good thing had to come to an end.

I also promised myself that I would get to the action must faster the next day with Jared.

This was just too good not to enjoy fully!

Miles dressed back up in his tank top and shorts. I noticed he went commando this time, putting the blue underwear in his bag with the rest of his sport’s gear.

“I really should go to practice or the coach is going to kill me.”

“Sure. Go, don’t be late. And thank you again for your trust.”

He did take a look at my crotch, - my hard on was obvious and I had heavily leaked in my pants -, but he did not say a word about this.

“The pictures as I had seen them so far are stunning, thanks to you. Maybe you should send the ones you think are the best to the crew, I’m sure it will motivate them even more.”

“Great idea. I’ll do that as soon as you leave.”

There, I lied again.

Before I would effectively send the pictures, I would get lost going through them and end up jerking off and cumming all over my chest.

Miles may have left my garage but these pictures and the memory of his naked body would last forever.