It’s going to take me seconds to come, but I’m not going to be embarrassed about it. It’ll be great fodder for the ‘shippers.
“Has anyone else seen the way he looks when he comes?” Panting I try to hold back for just a few more words. “It’s ridiculous, but the absolute pleasure on his face is un—un—mis—take—ab—aaahhhh.” Cum shoots up, hits me on the chin, and makes a mess of my hand. I jack my cock until the very last shudder of pleasure wracks through me. Languid satisfaction makes me boneless for a moment as I smile at the camera, imagining my audience watching me.
“I didn’t think I was kinky, but getting off with you guys might be my kink. I hope your night ends as well as mine has.”
With that, I turn off the recording, upload it to the site, and slide into bed. I’ll have to organize and examine the data for both videos later.
Chapter 11
Trent
That’sa lot more subscribers than we anticipated in the first month. Holy shit. We’ll go into our third month with almost ten grand in the bank. I blink at the numbers for way too long before I turn to see what’s on Magnus's face.
His smile is pleased and a little smug like he’s not surprised.
“The fuck?” I demand, completely gobsmacked.
Magnus’s smile doesn’t waver a bit. “Funny thing. I unthinkingly said that I was open to intimate partners of all genders and now the internet thinks I’m at least bi and that we’re already in a romantic partnership but we’re hiding it. I assured them that’s not true in a solo session video I uploaded last week.”
We’ve both been ridiculously busy and this is the first time I’ve had a chance to look at how we’re doing. “We’re not supposed to show romantic inclinations for another eleven months.” I remember the details of his plan—it’s happening faster than anticipated, but this is supposed to be our average monthly income in six months so that we’re not starting our careers in debt.
“I may have to reassess our timeline and adjust it to keep our subscribers on the line,” he confesses.
I look back at the screen and see that our video views have skyrocketed since the last time I looked. Our freebie, the first one we posted, has nearly thirty thousand views. “Are we cross posting to other platforms?”
“Yep,” he says, clicking open browser windows that show me where he’s cross posted.
His latest video immediately catches my eye. On PornHub we have over a million views already. Well, he does. I’m not in it, and I know because the preview is him centered in the video sitting at his desk. In the chair he’s currently occupying right beside me.
I reach over and click it, and he immediately pauses the video. “I’m not sure you want to view that,” he explains softly.
“That’s the one where you explain we’re not a couple, right?” I ask for clarification.
“Yes. But I also masturbated.”
I level a deadpan look at him. “Dude, I’ve seen you masturbate a few times.”
His face turns pink, but not like it does when he’s about to come. “I know that.”
And he still doesn’t want me watching his solo session. Interesting. “Ok. Well, what are we doing with the money?”
“Setting aside taxes, we’ll look at upgrading our camera equipment, then I’m going to book a good photographer for your dick-shoot. What’s left I’ll divide between us, but don’t expect it to be a big payday. Good quality camera equipment can get pricey.”
I nod at that because I know it’s possible to drop a grand on a single lens. “This is going to be weird,” I comment, slightly unnerved by the idea of having my dick immortalized in prints. “We should probably do your dick too. Yours, mine, and ours together.”
That idea immediately makes me see a poster size print of our dicks together hanging up over my bed where we film together. It would be an interesting backdrop. The subscribers would go nuts over that.
“Yours is more impressive than mine,” Magnus demurs.
I roll my eyes. “Your cock is just as good as mine, and I’m thinking a picture of the two of ours behind us while we’re filming is going to drive the subscribers wild. They’ll think my having it is an ode to your dick or something.”
Magnus thinks about it for a few seconds, then shakes his head. “Do you think having a photo of my dick above your bed will be disturbing to your sleep and studying?”
I scoff at that and roll my eyes. “I sleep like the dead, man, and I don’t have eyes in the back of my head. We want to make the money and it’s the subtle changes that are going to drive them wild. We’ll get subs just so they can analyze the looks we give each other. Videos will explode because I looked at your dick half a second before jizzing. You don’t have to take pics of your junk if you’re uncomfortable, but if the only reason is my comfort, then we’re doing it because I don’t give a fuck about penises hanging on my wall. If Future Spouse wants to decorate every inch of our house in dicks, I’m not going to be bothered.”
I say that, but if someone I plan to marry wants to decorate in dicks, then I probably shouldn’t marry that person. That doesn’t seem like the right vibe for the person that’s going to partner with me through life.
Magnus laughs, as he was supposed to, and amusement sparks through me just as quickly. “If that’s how you really feel about my dick.”
