Trent
The record scratchgoing on in my brain right now…
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for giving another dude an orgasm. I knew I was going to do it eventually. Hell, I signed up for having sex with Magnus for money, but this wasn’t something I could have prepared for. A whole fuckton of emotions are swirling around inside me right now, and I don’t have time to analyze them, and I desperately need to come—because whatever else making Magnus come was, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, and Ineedto come now.
It takes a deliberate act of will to release him from my arms, to let his cock go, to take a step back and let him find his stability again. Doing those simple things is more difficult than my last ethics paper, and maybe a little more meaningful. Fuck.
“Perfect. Magnus, as soon as you catch your breath, get on your knees. Trent, you don’t have to draw it out, just let me get you into position first.”
The interruption of Sasha’s voice clears some of the haze of lust—I’d forgotten she was here, and I don’t know how, because she was right there behind the camera well within view the whole time. Fuck.
Fuck.
Magnus takes a deep breath and collapses to his knees without a hint of shame or self-consciousness, smiling up at me like—well, like he always does. Like the world didn’t shift and quake with the explosion of his orgasm. Like—like maybe I’m overreacting.
I take a series of slow deep breaths and release them as Sasha moves us into the right position to get all the angles she wants, and by the time she gives me the go ahead, I’ve gotten past the initial wave of emotions about Magnus. I don’t know how I’ll feel later or tomorrow, but right now, I focus on that cute face, on how sexy he’ll look when I take him apart, and the idea of making him feel more than just the pleasure of my hand takes me over the edge.
Shooting my load onto his face? Supremely satisfying for the caveman.
Panting like I’ve just run a marathon, before Magnus can wipe my mark off his face, I reach down and swipe it from his cheek into his mouth. He sucks it right off my thumb, but the grimace the taste elicits breaks whatever spell I’m under and I chuckle, amused by his disgusted reaction.
He pulls back and takes the cloth Sasha holds out, wiping his face. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to get used to that taste.It’s so gross.”
Sasha and I bubble with laughter at his dramatic outburst. “I’ll start eating more pineapple,” I promise.
Magnus gives me his curious look. “Does that work? Eating pineapple?”
“I’ve heard, but never tried it,” I shrug.
Sasha gives me a clean cloth, too, shrugging at Magnus. “I think it helps. One of my partners started eating it regularly after we heard that, and things are a little less bitter down there, but overall, I think eating more whole foods instead of processed foods is what actually made the biggest difference for them. Theybecame a vegetarian shortly after we decided to add them to our polycule.”
“Does being a vegetarian make that much of a difference?” I ask, surprised. I’m pretty sure I would rather make sure Magnus never tasted my cum again than give up steak, but it’s still good info to have.
Sasha shrugs. “I’m just one person, but I think it does.”
“Interesting. I doubt I’ll convince Trent to go vegetarian for my poor taste buds, but it is interesting,” Magnus comments, wiping down his body with the cum rag to get off the excess oil.
It’s a lost cause, but I follow suit as Sasha leaves the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be at the front when you’re dressed.”
Alone, I reach out and poke Magnus’s shoulder, halting him mid swipe. He blinks up at me curiously. “Yes?”
“You ok?” I ask, because I’ve learned the importance of making sure a partner is ok before, during, and after—I never want someone to feel like I wasn’t paying attention while we were together, including the guy I’m in business with.
Magnus gives me a half smile and pokes me back. “I am. I consented to everything we did, and I would be lying to say I didn’t have fun and enjoy myself. I’m glad you decided to go ahead with those last shots, but the question is, will we be able to do our masturbatory video later? I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit wrung out.”
I consider how many times I’ve had to take myself in hand over the last few weeks, and I stifle a little laugh, shrugging as I admit, “I could probably go again a couple of times.”
Magnus giggles, stepping in close. “I didn’t realize you had such a high libido.”
For a moment I let his big eyes mesmerize me, but then he reaches around me to grab his clothes, and I remember that we’re really not gay. Neither of us are, and while I might behaving a bisexual awakening, I doubt that whatever is happening inside my head is a reflection of what’s happening in his. So, I step out of his way, grab my own clothes, and drag them onto my body.
“Whatever happens, we’re showering as soon as we get back,” I grumble, annoyed that I’m going to also have to do my laundry today. I don’t know if mineral oil stains, but I don't want to find out the hard way.
Magnus and I finish dressing, gather our camera equipment, and head out. When we get to the desk in the lobby, Sasha’s smirking at the computer. She looks up and points us to the door. “It’ll be a couple of weeks, but I’ll email you when I have a file ready for you to look through.”
“Can we see any of them now?” Magnus asks eagerly.
Sasha scrunches her nose up. “That’s a soft no. I want to surprise you since it’s your first time.”
