It seems like more and more organisations have jumped on the bandwagon of producing 'sexy' calendars nowadays to make money or raise funds. It started with guys like the Chippendales all those years ago and gained in popularity with the Women's Institute hiding their saggy boobs behind flower arrangements or home baking.
Our swim club was never one to not jump on a bandwagon, even if the said vehicle was some way down the road, but that's life living in the backwoods of northern France. All of the guys were asked if they were interested, except me seemingly. I put it down to my being the foreigner as some of the others aren't that sexy, in fact anything but. And much as my ego was bruised, I didn't say anything or ask about it.
Then the day before the said shoot was booked for, the Organiser said "see you tomorrow" as I was leaving.
"Oh I don't swim on a Monday, there's no session" I said.
"No, the shoot" he said, assuming that the collective invitation had been extended to me. Anyway, long conversation short, he asked if I wanted to be in the calendar the club was producing, all very tasteful and maybe some 'bum' shots etc etc...
Did I? I'd seen all of those guys in trunks and some of them were real fit but as the club was mixed and the showers communal with individual cabins for changing, I'd never seen a single cock. This could be my chance to put a name to a face. Or a dick.
The session was arranged for 19h00 so those who worked had chance to get home and was going to finish around two hours later. As part of the pool is fully exposed to public view, some screens had been brought from the various other parts of the complex to shield our bodies from prying eyes. I arrived at just before seven and changed as usual but wore my trunks. There didn't appear to be anybody to ask about the etiquette or dress code. I went and sat on the steps by the pool side where one other guy I know had already taken his seat and we awaited for the others. In total, ther were just seven of us at the appointed hour and the Organiser, JC, arrived about 5 minutes late with the photographer (or at least some guy with a fancy camera and other bits) of photographic equipment in a case he carried. 2 more guys came and by quarter past, although If wanted to get started, his plans for the 12 or more photographs were in tatters without some serious 'doubling up'.
We were all in trunks except for the last 2 to arrive who wore towels round their waists and may or may not have been naked underneath. They were the oldest, about my age so that was 3 of us in our 40s, one guy in his 30s that I knew as he swam with us occasionally and organised the triathletes' training schedules, the others were all in their 20s and frequented the one almost trendy bar in town on Thursday evening. And they were all hot, I thought, hoping I wouldn't be out of my depth. I'm a pretty good shape myself but wasn't sure if the others thought so.
Eventually, we got started and all had to lose our garments, trunks and towels, though most of us stood with a hand either blatantly cupping our privates or discretely obstructing the view. The first shot was a group shot, all of us from behind, and we were arranged in several line ups, both on the pool side and using the steps. At this stage I got to see some of the guys cocks, all in flaccid states, though I had to do a double take when I saw Nico. He was cocky when he came to swim club, cocky in the pub on a Thursday if we went into town for a drink... and very cocky naked. Naturally smooth, big pecs, blue eyed and blond. Shaved. And hung. I had imagined perhaps his 'modesty' being shielded by a flipper.
Then we were split in to varying groups; twos, threes and fours. More shots followed, us getting out of the pool and pictures taken from behind so the wetness combined with the nudity, others diving in synchronicity and again, full back and arse shots. There were snaps of us sat on the edge of the pool with a raised leg covering our cocks and balls and as the water was cold, most of us weren't at our best. In fact, with the exception of Nico and Paul (another hottie who lives quite close to us) we were all in the same boat.
The session was coming to an end and almost all of the guys had been photographed and gone home to their wives, girlfriends, parents or TV dinners. The photographer had an idea which would involve 3 of the gang coming down the slide together and the splashing of whoever hit the water first hiding the modesty of the two that followed. As the first of us down hit the water, we were to do so with our legs raised so our backside was in view of the camera and the splash bigger than if we'd slipped in with no resistance.