Magnus elbows me as he gives his cock a couple of tugs. “This is going to be both fun and frustrating.”
I side eye him and shake my head. “We’ll get our rocks off later,” I remind him.
He lets out a giddy little giggle. “I can’t wait!”
Sasha is smirking again when she points to what looks like a bar stool under the black sheeting. “Trent, sit here. Left leg up and out, right foot on the floor, and spread it wide. Magnus, you’re going to kneel between his legs and rest your head on his thigh. I want your face and his dick close enough to tease a BJ.”
And those words send a zing of awareness right to my balls. I know eventually he’s going to give me a blow job, but the idea of it right now is more than a little enticing. I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble staying hard for this shoot, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
This is just business,I remind myself.
Just. Business.
Right.
Chapter 14
Magnus
I should probably be embarrassedby the number of times Sasha has told me to look at the camera, but she put my face right next to Trent’s penis, so if she gets frustrated, I will happily put the blame at her feet. I can’t help looking. I’ve never been this close to a penis before, and it’s fascinating. I didn’t realize there was so much visible texture, and how can I not study it when I’ve discovered something new?
My parents didn’t follow religion-based traditions when I was born, so I still have my foreskin, but Trent’s parents didn’t have objections to that archaic practice, and up close his shaft bears the scar of it. It’s interesting to see something I haven’t seen before. Not that I’ve spent a lot of time staring at Trent’s cock. I’ve been trying to only do that when I know the camera will catch it.
“Ok, we’re done with this pose,” Sasha announces, jerking me out of my attention on the dick I’ve been staring at.
I’ve been kneeling for a few minutes with my head on Trent’s knees, and he blows out a relieved breath when I sit up. I suppose the last few photos she took must’ve been with me staring at Trent’s cock. I hope it looks like I’m gazing lovingly at it, or at least longingly.
I rise, fixing my gaze on Trent as Sasha gives us the next pose. This time she wants us to hug and she wants Trent to grab and hold my ass cheek. It’s a possessive pose, especially with my arms wrapped around his neck and my face pressed into his skin. Our cocks brush together as we get into position, and we both gasp at the drag of cock-on-cock.
That feels surprisingly good, but since Trent isn’t comfortable with heteroflexibilty yet, I quickly distract us from the tension we’re not ready for yet with a whisper in his ear. “I’ve unfortunately convinced her that we’re together or at the very least I want us to be.”
He huffs a laugh as he grabs my butt cheek in a grip tight enough to ache a little and expose my hole to the air. The position triggers a small bout of nervousness that I reasonably decide is due to the vulnerability of having my anus on display. Hopefully with some practice I won’t have such a negative reaction when we get to that for the camera.
“Why were you staring at my cock?” he asks soft enough to not be heard over the music. His lips brush my shoulder, tickling the hyper sensitive skin there and causing goosebumps to spread down and out from the contact.
“I’ve never been that close to anyone’s penis, and it’s interesting. I didn’t realize how textured the skin is nor how distinctive the circumcision scar can be. It’s not visible on the camera until you’ve been edging yourself for a while, and now I know why your dick seems to have a bisecting line when you’re extremely aroused.”
Trent’s lips continue to kiss my shoulder, renewing the goosebumps as he responds. “You’ve been watching my solo vids? You asked me not to watch yours.”
That’s because I’ve been teasing our subs by using him as my fantasy material, and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable withme because of it. “You didn’t ask me not to watch yours,” I point out instead of explaining.
“Do I need to?” he asks, but Sasha cuts off my answer.
“Ok, I know you said you don’t want orgasm photos, but I think it would be good marketing material in the future, so I’m going to ask you to reconsider while we do the up-close dick shots. I want to put Magnus in front with Trent behind, and I want Trent to have his hand on your dick as you orgasm. I think with Trent looking down with a little smile and Magnus’s O-face on display, I can get a beautiful shot of you two together. I would do Trent coming too, but I would still want Magnus's face in the shot more because—no offense Trent—your O-face is stupid and Magnus looks better when he orgasms.” She assesses my face for a moment. “We could do a coming on your face shot with you looking up at Trent; I think that would sell well to your subs. Your face is very pretty, and covered in ejaculate, it might hit the right notes with your viewership.”
I advocated doing orgasm shots because I saw some very artistic ones while I was searching out photographers, but Trent didn’t think he could come while being photographed. His face right now tells me that he’s changed his mind about his objections.
“On his face?” he asks seriously. “How are you going to make that pretty?”
“You’ll have to release your dick while you come, but you do that most of the time anyway. I have a high speed camera that I’ve used to photograph hummingbirds; I can get a good shot as long as Magnus doesn’t move and he keeps his eyes on you.” Sasha looks between the two of us, sensing the victory nearly in her grasp.
“I wanted to do this from the start,” I remind Trent when his eyes meet mine with a question in them.
He nods once to acknowledge my answer and looks back at Sasha. “Ok, we can do that, but I’m going to need to start edging myself now to get to the point where I can come without stroking myself through it. You both ok with that?” he questions, and I can’t help but lean into him, pressing my shoulder to his, glad he decided to make me his friend.
It’s moments like this that remind me how incredible this guy is. We all talked about the consent things that we needed to talk about based on the expectations of this session—Trent and I have been keeping ourselves aroused between poses just like we talked about—but the moment things changed, he’s checking on consent again.
I love him for making sure Sasha feels safe with us, for including me so she doesn’t feel singled-out, and for asking me because he won’t assume my consent isn’t important too. “I’m happy to watch you edge yourself,” I tease.
