“I can’t say I don’t care, because clearly it’s a money maker,” I point to the view count on his teaser video on the porn site.
Magnus grins at that. “I’m not saying we’ll be rich, but it’s going to be nice to be able to pay all our bills and not have to take student debt on.”
“I was thinking of that,” I mention, and since math is my major, it’s no surprise I’ve been planning. We made a plan for our first paycheck, but we were budgeting with lower payouts in mind when we did that, and now we need revise it to reflect our actual income. “We should open a joint account for household expenses. Instead of renting, we buy if this is going to be our usual income, that way we have a house we can’t get kicked out of and an account that exists with money specifically for it. If we both put fifteen percent of our income into the shared account, that should cover the mortgage. If we both add another fifteen, that covers utilities and gives us a cushion for repairs. We can adjust our contribution if we need to, but mortgage and utilities shouldn’t be more than that. We don’t want to be living paycheck to paycheck, so I think instead of paying ourselves now, we save it for a down payment on a house we’re going to buy. Hell, if we continue to trend this way, we might earn enough in a month to outright buy a house.”
Magnus considers my plan and nods. “Yes, we should open a household account. If you don’t mind living like we currently are, then we can put every extra penny into a down payment. I think we shouldn’t buy extravagantly. Something we can sell later to a family would be good. Family homes sell faster than luxury homes do.”
I love the way this man thinks of the future like I would. “Good idea. We should invest in something that will sell fast and well when we’re done with it.”
“So, date with a bank tomorrow?” he teases.
I bump my shoulder into his. “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
***
Since Magnus did a solo video and it turned out to be one of our most popular vids on all platforms, we made a schedule for posting solo, but we agreed that if either of us wanted to shoot a solo outside of our schedule, we could do that without needing to tell the other. Magnus explained that he just felt inspired and that’s why he did it, and I could see how that could work for him. It’s not like I expect him not to masturbate when we’re not together. That’d be pretty hypocritical of me, especially since I’ve discovered I need a stroke more than a couple times a week since we started filming.
It’s ridiculous, really. I haven’t needed to empty my balls this much since I discovered what my hand could do for me. All that to explain why I’m in one of the chapel’s meditation rooms filming a video of me stroking my hard as nails cock. I’ve made sure that no part of the room is visible, but the water feature noise in the background might give away the setting to anyone who knows this campus.
Thankfully noise isn’t going to be enough to convict on.
I’m trying not to rush because I prefer to linger in my pleasure rather than push to the end, but in the back of my head there is a concern about getting caught. Plus, I’m in a chapel, and even though I’m not religious, it does seem a bit sacrilegious to be here. Not that I’m going to let that stop me.
“I’ve been stupidly horny recently. It’s like it was when I was younger and just discovered what my dick was for. I tell you what, I had enough bathroom breaks in eighth grade that my teacher called my mom worried that I was having kidney trouble.”
I laugh at that stupid story and the horny kid I was. “I was an idiot. Still am, if we’re honest,” I tell the camera, stroking myself from root to tip. “Fuck this feels good.”
My balls are starting to tighten up and the tingle of impending orgasm warns me to let go, so I do, taking a deep breath. “Don't want to rush it,” I explain as the arousal slowly cools. “I’m supposed to be studying. I have a test coming up and I’m proud enough that I’m always chasing the A.”
I slide my hand up my slick shaft, loving this new body oil. “I’m using a massage oil Magnus got me,” I tell the camera, lifting up the pump bottle. “It smells like coconut and chocolate. Fucking delicious.” I chuckle at the thought of whoever comes in here afterward wondering why it smells so good.
As I stroke myself to the edge, I hear muffled voices behind the door I’m leaning up against. My time is running out, and these doors don’t lock. Hopefully no one knocks; it’s generally assumed that if the door is closed, the space is occupied.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as my balls draw up again. “Gonna shoot.”
I lift my shirt up and aim toward my chest. Moments pass as I force my hand to move steadily, not increasing like I would if I was just chasing the O. My legs tense, lightning pleasure and then a wave of bliss hits me, and my cock explodes with cum, painting my chest. Jet after jet shoots out of me, and when I think I should be done, there’s more. I’m left wrung out when it finally stops, clinging to consciousness because I don’t want to get in trouble by passing out with my cock out. Panting, I look down at myself and the state of me pulls a huff of laughter out.
“Fuck. Magnus is gonna laugh if he ever watches this vid. Look at how much cum there is,jeezus.”
I reach for the tripod my phone is on and stop the video, then I clean myself up and set my clothes to rights. After I’m un-disheveled, I rewatch the video to make sure nothing in it isincriminating and post it. With my libido at a low thrum instead of a roar, I turn my attention back to my textbooks and study guides. Now all I have to do is get through the next few hours without needing another orgasm.
What the fuck is up with me lately?
Chapter 12
Magnus
My phone letsme know that my video has posted, and since I haven’t uploaded a video, I assume Trent did. Too bad I’m in a faculty meeting right now. It’s one of three I have to attend every month because I can’t commit to one discipline. It feels like I’m being punished for pursuing my interests even though I’m an invaluable addition to every department I teach in.
“Dr. Lancaster.”
I take a deep breath and refrain from rolling my eyes as I look up from my phone. The assistant to the head of the department, Chen Zhang, rolls his eyes for me as I turn my attention to the head of our department, Dr. Abraham Filmore. He was given the position of Director of Chinese Studies by someone before I came to the college instead of Chen, who would serve the department better if only we could get rid of the guy with tenure and a trust fund big enough to cover his indiscretions. Dr. Filmore and I have butted heads multiple times over the last few years, and I know the only reason I’m still teaching Chinese music theory and a Chinese language course is because I secured funding for the exchange program for the next decade when I came into the department. If Dr. Filmore could get rid of me, he would without a second thought.
“Yes?”
“Is your phone that much more interesting than the fundraiser we’re hosting?” Dr. Filmore questions with an eyebrow twitch. He pretends to have a British accent because he studied at Oxford for his graduate degree, but the man is from Philadelphia and I’ve heard him speaking on the phone to his parents; he was not raised with the accent he affects now.
Annoyed, I measure my response and hopefully only come off slightly sarcastic. I don’t pull off sarcastic well, but I’ve found that stating facts in certain ways can be antagonistic while remaining, at least on the surface, innocent. “I won’t be attending the fundraiser, as I have previously mentioned. If you remember, I’ve been asked to give a keynote address at the East Asian Studies Conference in New York, and I’ll be gone to attend that the same week you’ve scheduled the fundraiser. I’ve already accomplished all the tasks I was assigned in preparation for this department’s event, so anything else you and the others need to address doesn’t particularly interest me. So, to answer your question, yes. The notification that I briefly glanced at while you were talking is more interesting to me than who you’ve decided to use for catering since you decided against the on campus catering that you’re contractually obligated to use.”
