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The Calendar Project - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2025-02-25 11:00:01 +0000 UTCTHE CALENDAR PROJECT
Chapter 10: Casey
With Miles, I had taken the first leap into the unknown.
I gave it my best shot and it went much better than expected.
I photographed the “Pretty Boy” stark naked and it was, just like the song says, a whole new world.
With Jared, I discovered the wonders hidden behind the “Big Boy”.
I understood that the gift that was the calendar project was mutual.
The athletes were offering their nude bodies, but I was offering them my gaze, my camera, and my genuine admiration.
With Dylan, I realized how shameless those jocks could truly be.
I uninhibited myself.
I allowed my urges, secret cravings and desires to resurface.
Dylan was a nasty pig, and somewhere inside of me, so was I.
With Lucas, I ended the photo-shoot feeling all fuzzy.
Where were the butterflies in my stomach coming from?
For some reason, the shy Christian boy was different from the others.
I could not forget about the unique vibe between us.
There had been this moment which had slipped through my fingers when everything could have changed.
Maybe I should have made a move. I missed his peachy bubble butt.
When I shot Miles and Jared again, I was more confident with my skills and more straight forward with my intentions.
We had reached another step. I was part of the team. I called Bannon “coach” for the first time.
With Wayne, I encountered a spontaneous, tempting, and prominent erection.
I resisted stroking and licking it.
I was a good boy and I remembered that this was strictly professional.
When Dylan came back though, he shot his creamy loads all over my face.
I was not that professional anymore.
Hell, I had no regret.
Photographing Coach Bannon was another revelation.
After years of questioning myself, I was utterly convinced that I was made for this.
Capturing the male anatomy in all its glory was my calling.
Whether he was 21 or 49, I was fascinated with my model and all I wanted to do was to highlight his natural beauty.
When I met Andrew, I have to admit that things got a little out of hand.
I ended up with his hard cock buried in my throat. Oopsie.
Contrary to Dylan, he did not aim for my face; Andrew shot his loads directly in my throat.
I cannot complain, the serving was delicious.
All of that in mind, I could not wait to meet Casey.
Since I would shoot Lucas again for November and a group of returning guys for December, Casey was the last “new guy” I would photograph.
Some fresh meat coming to my door while I already dreaded the end of the craziest and horniest project of my life.
I had high expectations and Casey turned out to be everything I wanted… And more.
He was stunning inside and out.
At 22, his black skin seemed to make his big muscles glow, the veins in his arms seemed to have been sculpted by the gods, his bouncing ass trapped in his shorts was every gay boy's wet dream, and his smile could light up any room he walked in.
His beam was certainly the best thing about Casey and something I absolutely wanted to feature on the calendar.
The stud was either smiling or laughing. Constantly.
I had rarely ever met someone with such a positive energy around him.
He also had the funny way of calling me “Chief”.
I liked that.
“I brought some sexy swimsuits, Chief. Should I put them on?”
“Sure, please do.”
“It’s all right to wear this for the shoot?”
“Yes, totally! That will be a different look from the pictures we have so far, I’m all for it.”
“Cool! I just love how I look in those.”
Apparently, he was a fan of swimming. Casey had brought nearly a dozen of bathing suits with him.
Odd collection… But certainly sexy!
I could not resist to have him try each and every one of them.
Red, blue, yellow… Skimpy speedos or short shorts… Tight around the thighs and the waist or pretty loose…
Casey had swimsuits for every occasion you could think of.
One thing remained true for every pair: the appetizing bulge.
No matter the style or the fit, the athlete could not possibly hide his family jewels.
Okay, Casey may not have been the “biggest boy” of the team, - no one could ever beat Jared at that game -, but once again, I was facing a horse cock in my garage.
What was it with Lacrosse players and their humongous balls and large dicks?!
I started to actually believe in the conspiracy theory I had made up in my mind early on according to which Coach Bannon had chosen his team based on that sole criterion.
Aside from being hung, Casey was also joyfully careless about his nudity.
This was not surprising anymore but that did not make it less fun.
His cock was flopping against his thighs as he walked around my garage turned into a studio, and as he alternatively put on and peeled off eleven pairs of sexy swimsuits.
No changing room necessary; Casey was trying every single pair right in front of me, waiting for my judgement and appreciation.
It was honestly tough to choose the one we would feature in the calendar.
One was making his big black bum look spectacular, the other was enhancing his bulge even more scandalously, the next was fitting both of his prominent assets but did not show enough of his thighs.
We ended up with a bright yellow pair that matched his skin tone perfectly.
“What do I do, Chief?” He asked, standing in front of my camera.
“You don’t have to do anything! Just be yourself.”
“Fantastic… But hum… What does that mean exactly?”
“Do what you do the most… Smile!”
This simple remark was enough to change his quizzical face into a gorgeous beam.
God bless his perfect set of white teeth.
Already, we had our winning shot.
It was too soon though; I did not want this session to end. I had gotten too good at this!
I requested some extra snaps in other swimsuits, - notably a daring pink skimpy pair of trunks -, and Casey happily went along, once again changing in front of me and then, genuinely laughing for my camera.
I had my fun but at some point, I could no longer reasonably pretend that we had not found the right picture amongst all the ones I had taken.
Probably tens of them could have been used in the calendar.
Sadly, since Casey intended to become a big shot lawyer, he was not so keen to shoot additional bonus (and erotic) content in the buff either.
He politely declined when I suggested the idea.
What could I say?
Not everyone was as skanky as Dylan!
We called it a day and Casey put his gym wear back on.
He stayed at my place a little longer though as we started chatting about the team’s ambitions for this season, his own academic results, and life in general.
Casey was single but he was coming out from a long-term relationship, making him stand out even more from his teammates.
I gave him a fresh beer and we made fun of Coach Bannon’s antics and the way he could not help himself to swear every two sentences.
To be fair, joking seemed to be all Casey was able to do.
Even when we were talking about more serious matters, he always had something funny to say to make me laugh.
Because of that, I spent a great afternoon with him and I only realized that some time had passed when it started to get darker in my kitchen.
“Oh. The sun’s already setting. I hadn’t realized it was this late. I didn’t mean to keep you here so long.”
“Don’t sweat it, Chief. I’ve had a great time! You should hang out with me and the boys more often; come to the parties we’re throwing!”
“I’m not a student, I don’t belong to your college; I cannot really attend the frat parties…”
“What are you talking about? You’re our age.”
“I’m 26.”
“See! Basically, our age. I think Andrew is 24 and come on, you’re part of the team now! Don’t you think it’d be fun?!”
“Maybe.”
“Besides, your friend Lauren is with Jared now.”
“So, this is becoming serious?”
Casey shrugged his shoulders mindlessly.
“Dunno. But I’m seriously asking you to join our crew!”
He cheered with his empty bottle of beer.
“I appreciate the invite.”
“…And?”
“And I’ll consider it once the calendar project is done.”
“Good enough for me, Chief!”
He gave me a friendly tap on my back but I almost fell from my chair.
“Dang…”
“Wow, sorry buddy! I didn’t mean to smash you around… Sometimes, I don’t realize my own weight and my own strength.”
“That’s fine, I’m not made of porcelain.” I replied, slightly annoyed.
Sure, I was a weak man compared to those over-achieving gym rats, but I was not that fragile!
“I know you’re not. You’re rather made of wood!”
“What?”
He burst out laughing and pointed his index to my crotch.
Shit.
Casey had spotted the erection in my pants during the shoot. I panicked.
“I can explain this!”
Even I knew that this answer was ridiculous.
Of course, Casey laughed harder at my expense.
“Chief, you’re hard, what is there to explain? I just thought that ship would have gone down since we’ve stopped shooting. It’s been over an hour now!”
“Yeah… Honestly, so did I!”
I had to smile when I looked down at the tent that was forming in my pants.
It was impossible to feel awkward, embarrassed, or pissed off when hanging out with Casey.
Everything felt light and fun.
“Don’t bother, I’m a horned-up dog too!”
“You were pretty calm during the shooting.”
“Hey, I’m a professional model. I don’t mix work with pleasure!”
“Sure, and I appreciate that.”
“Now that the shooting is over though, we can be more relaxed. Or so to speak. We might also get more tense in some ways.”
He winked at me and he was hysterical again.
Casey thought he was so clever.
“Don’t you need to go back to your dorm?”
I know, I was shooting myself in the foot here but I did not want Casey to regret having stayed too late.
He had told me earlier that he had to work on a tedious project for his constitutional law class.
“I should… But maybe I can spare ten more minutes.”
Just like I had with a few models before Casey, I felt the vibe switching in the air.
Maybe the best part of the day was yet to come.
“Want another drink?”
“Actually, Chief, I… I wanted to ask you something. I hope it’s not inappropriate.”
Intriguing double negation.
I was loving where this was going already.
“I spent a full hour taking pictures of you naked or barely naked earlier, I think we’re past the point of being shy with each other.”
“Agreed.”
“So, what did you want to know?”
He licked his lower lip and that was sexy as hell.
It was making sense I had been sporting a strong erection all throughout our chat.
Casey was wearing the skimpiest white tank top,- way too tight and way too small for his godlike frame -, a pair of short gym shorts that showed most of his big thighs - and his massive bulge -, and he had those incredible lips, surrounded by a neatly trimmed black beard, that definitely woke up my libido.
“I’ve heard that rumor that you would… You wouldn’t mind giving some of the guys a treat after the shoot.”
“A treat?”
Casey made a gesture with both his hand and his tongue which made what he meant pretty clear.
Fuck it, Andrew had opened his big mouth!
I did not know how I felt about this.
What if the word was spread around? How would that make me look?
“I’m not sure what you mean.” I lied.
“Look, Andy’s my best bro in the team. I asked him how the shooting went and he told me about the problem he had… And the sloppy way you solved it.”
“He shouldn’t have, this is…” I looked for my words. “It’s private.”
For the first time since he had walked through my door, Casey was not smiling.
I was not angry at him but I could tell that he felt bad.
"I didn't mean to overstep, Chief. I was just wondering if..." He backed off. "I mean, it's okay, I'll just go."
“Wondering if why?”
“If this is a treat, you’d consider giving to someone else? Potentially.”
I felt a droplet of sweat running down my spine.
Maybe that could be a good thing if the word spread out about my blowjob skills after all?!
What if it encouraged the entire team to line up in front of my thirsty mouth?
“Someone like you?”
“Yeah. Is it so wrong that I hoped for a little something after such a long shooting and before going back to my room to study all night?”
“I guess not. Did Andrew say that I had done a good job?”
“Pretty much, but again, I didn’t want to mingle in your personal business. I’m sorry to have brought it up in the first place.”
“That’s all good. I’m not mad or anything.”
I gave him a reassuring smile.
“Good. Thanks again for your time, Chief!”
Casey turned around to leave.
Dear reader, I assume that you can guess what happens next.
I could not let Casey go back to his car after that conversation!
I was stuck on my feet for a few seconds, unable to move, but when I saw his ass disappear into the hallway, I had to run back.
“Wait, Casey!”
He stopped before reaching the doorknob.
“Yes?”
“Were you… Were you serious just now?”
“About what?”
He was not looking at me.
“You wanted to try my special treat? For real?”
He turned around, his big familiar smile was back on his handsome face.
“I’m dead-ass serious if you are, Chief.”
“Have you ever been blown by another guy?”
“How did you refer to that earlier? Hum. I think this would fall under my private life’s scope.”
He was teasing me.
“You’re a moron, you know that?”
His cheeky smile was killing me.
“So, should we beat around the bush some more or should I go sit on your couch?”
“I guess you should go sit down, if you want to feel comfortable.”
“I heard you were damn good at this so I reckon you’ll manage to get my meat stick hard?”
Nice.
Andrew had done a proper job with his pitch selling me. I would have to thank him later.
“Is that a challenge?”
Casey was already walking to my living room.
“If you want it to be, yes!”
I smacked his fat ass as he passed me by. His cheeks were so peachy, so bouncy, so damn delicious.
“I can be competitive for the right cause.” I spoke.
By this point, we were both giggling like teens who were about to do something mischievous.
“May I, Chief?”
Casey was about to sit down on my couch, his fingers in the waistbands of his shorts, ready to take everything off.
“You may, young man.”
He made a funny face and slid down his shorts and briefs to his ankles.
His cock was flaccid indeed, but that did not prevent it from being girthy already.
Although, I suspected Casey to be more excited that he let on, it was like the beginning of a semi when I put my lips on his dong.
“Nice, Chief. I don’t have to show you the way.”
Even then, he could not stop himself from horsing around and making jokes.
I put his dick in my mouth thinking that it might shut him up.
The strategy clearly backfired as he got even more vocal.
“Oh yes, work on that big black cock. Show me what you can do! Hum… That’s right… Right there… A little balls’ play too, I like that.”
I spat his dick out of my mouth.
I felt nasty.
I lapped his balls. They were hairy. I did not mind. I kissed them better.
“How many days since you last jizzed?” I asked.
I felt his big nuts in my hands.
I was hoping for another huge load in my throat.
“Days? Man, do you mean hours? First thing I do every morning is to pump my dick!”
I laughed.
“Okay, let’s see how much you have left in the tank then!”
I went back to sucking his cock which was slowly but surely hardening inside my eager mouth.
Was it not the challenge? I think I was passing it.
“You keep doing that thing and I might… Hum… I might get a little too excited… Damn it, Chief, you defo know your ways around a big fat cock.”
I took this as the compliment it was.
His junks were gradually filling my mouth.
I stopped blowing just to look at the masterpiece I had created. The ship's flag was at full mast.
Glorious!
I played with his protuberant black foreskin, - he was uncut -, and I jerked him off sensually while spitting on the tip of his cock.
His bone was all wet already, - just like I loved them.
“Looks like I’ve won the challenge.”
“Keep going, Chief. Your real prize is coming. It’s maturing inside my huge balls!”
Unlike Andrew, he did not grab my hair or force me down his dick.
I remained in full control.
Down to the point where Casey put both his hands behind his head, giving me an incredible view of his flexed biceps and armpits as I was working on my knees below him.
I stuck my tongue out, started from way below his balls and licked my way up to the tip of his cockhead.
Once I was on top, I went back down and attempted my first deepthroat of his fully erected shaft.
Or his “meat stick” as he would often refer to his penis.
Either way, I swallowed it full until my nose bumped into his pubes.
I was keeping myself steady by holding on to his thighs. It was not easy but I had something to prove.
“Stay… Hmmm… Stay there… Hmmm… Just a few more seconds… Hmmm… Don’t… Don’t pull away… Oh God… Chief, that’s so good… Damn… Gay dudes have so much stamina.”
I stayed nearly a full minute down there until I was about to choke for real.
Casey looked overwhelmed when I was done and I was pretty damn proud of myself.
I went back for a few more deepthroats until I felt the sweet precum invading my mouth.
It invaded my nostrils too. I had always found that balls’ juice had this particular intoxicating smell.
Neat.
But now, I wanted more!
His bum had been tempting me ever since he had entered my home.
“Get closer to the edge, Casey, and spread out your legs. I want to treat that asshole too.”
I was taking a chance. I did not have much to lose.
Casey reacted as he always did, by laughing his ass off. Quite literally this time!
He slid his massive body to the edge of the couch.
“You’re a damn hungry bird, Chief! I’ll let you have this one!”
“You’re sure?”
“You can toss my salad as long as you keep stroking my dick at the same time.”
“You have it!”
I kept both my hands on his rod, - yes, it was that big -, and I went tongue-first inside his hairy musky crack.
The Lacrosse player had been sweating but I did not mind the strong flavor.
Hell, I enjoyed eating a hole better this way!
“Fuck… Now, we’re talking… Hmmm… Yes… Keep stroking and… Hmmm… Keep eating dat ass… Fuck, you’re naughty… You’re not afraid to go deep in that black hole… Hmmm…”
I could barely breathe but who cared about that insignificant detail?
“Yes… God, yes… Keep going… Hmmm… Go back on my dick… Suck it deep… You can switch between my ass and my… Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
I had just slid my index in his asshole, right as I had returned to his cock for another intense deep-throat.
I could tell that I had definitely hit the jackpot there.
“Grrl… Grrl… Grrl…”
Casey was going to places he had never been before.
“Hmmm… Fuuuuuuuuck… What… What’s happening… God…”
“Grrl… Grrl… Grrl…”
“Let that finger inside…. Aaaah…. Please… More… Hmmm… Damn… I’ve never done that… I… I’ve never felt that… I’m gonna cum…”
“Grrl… Grrl… Grrl…”
The more he was losing his shit, the more I was focused on my task.
Call me egotistic, I wanted to be the best cocksucker he had ever had.
“Wait… Chief, hold on! Hmmm…”
Casey finally used his hands to pull back my hair.
I was confused. He was pushing me away from his dripping-about-to-bust cock.
Why?!
My index was still searching his insides. It was warm, extremely tight, and the perfect amount of soggy.
“Is there something wrong?”
His precum was drooling on my tee-shirt.
I had kept all my clothes on. Casey was only wearing his (dirty) tank top.
“Nothing wrong, Chief. Just stick your tongue out, I want to see myself cum in your mouth.”
Oh, I see, the spunk dumping in my throat was too impersonal for my new friend.
I happily obliged.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could.
A few seconds later, I felt several ropes of cum hitting my tongue and my lips.
“Dinner is served!” He exclaimed cheerfully.
I did not have to worry earlier.
Even for his second cumshot of the day, Casey could still produce a large portion of fresh jizz.
Those horny athletes, drunk from their protein shakes, were at the peak of their testosterone’s level.
“Play with it in your mouth… Hmmm… That’s nice… That’s what I like… Make bubbles with my cum… That’s pretty… Clean my cock now… Yeah, until every last droplet…”
I dutifully (and eagerly) complied once again.
A part of me wanted the good word about my blowjob skills to keep spreading within the team… And potentially, to reach Lucas’ innocent ears.
At this stage, I thought it was reasonable to consider that he could be next on my cock-sucking list.
Or ass-eating list.
Or whatever the Christian hunk might let me do to him.
Dang, I loved my life!
