I point at the scrolling text. “They want to know if you’re into it or me, or possibly them. They might want to know if you like all dicks.”
Trent gives the camera a soft smile. “I think it’s important that we recognize that all dicks are perfect the way they are, that all bodies are beautiful. If you stand in front of me naked, I will tell you that you’re beautiful. I don’t have to be attracted to your dick to recognize that.”
Heart fluttering with happiness, I lean over and hug him from the side, tipping my head next to his. It’s both an affectation for the camera and a genuine reflection of my feelings. “I’m lucky you’re in my life,” I tell him, not for the first time since he came to live with me.
Trent turns that soft smile toward me, and ruffles my hair with his free hand. “Me too, buddy.”
A chorus of comments that range fromawwwtoyou’re so cute!slide up the screen, and I disentangle myself from Trent,reaching for our bag of goodies. “We bought toys to try!” I exclaim more excitedly than I feel. Realistically, I am excited, but not as effusively as I put on.
Trent tips the paper bag so that the opening is toward us, and he waves to it. “Do you want to go first?”
I shake my head and point. “No, you. I want to see your picks.”
Trent’s grin fills me with a strange form of anticipation. It almost feels like excitement, but there’s something like dread laced through it, like I’m excited but afraid, and it causes me to shudder. Or maybe I’m cold. “Don’t look at me like that,” I blurt without meaning to.
Trent’s smile grows broader and he chortles with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Never going to promise that.”
I huff at him, pulling myself back together, and point to the paper bag. “Show them something before they riot.”
Trent peeks and grabs something, drawing it out with a chuckle. “Tada!” he announces, showing off an anal plug with a green plastic jewel on the base.
I scoff and shake my head. “That was my pick,” I tell our subscribers, taking it from Trent. “You were supposed to show them something you picked out.”
Trent grins and points at the scroll of comments:
Try it!
Put it in!
Let’s see it!
And many, many more of the same. I giggle because this whole thing is working so well.
“You don’t even know what else is in the bag. We’re only going to use one toy each, so wait to vote until we finish showing you the options,” Trent instructs them, pulling out the set of graduated anal plugs we bought. “Neither of us have ever tried these, so we got these, too.”
I reach in and pull out a couple of snap-on cock rings. “I’m looking forward to trying these,” I tell the chat, fingering the purple faux leather of the one I picked for me and showing them the other. “I thought Trent’s dick would look good in turquoise.”
Trent shakes his head at me. “I would have gone for a classic black,” he chuckles.
I shrug and give him a cheeky smile. “I like bright colors.”
He pulls out a realistic looking dildo that was specifically designed for anal play. “So I should have gotten the blue one?”
I eye the thing skeptically. “Why did you get one at all?”
I actually picked that out, but Trent claimed it because I said I didn’t want anything more than a butt plug in my ass before he fucks me. I’m not sure I want to wait as long as we planned anymore. Finding out if I actually enjoy having a dick in my ass seems like an important step in the process of discovering whether I’m into dick as much as I think I might be.
“Because we have plenty of male subscribers who might want to see one of us taking a dick occasionally, even if it’s fake,” he replies and winks at the camera.
The chat goes bananas for that, and I reach over to take the dildo out of his hand. “I think this is advanced anal play size, so let’s just take it out of the running for tonight.”
Trent laughs. “Oh, yeah. I think I’ll work my way up to something that big.”
I grab the vibrating cock rings that Trent picked. “Trent got us these exciting little toys: vibrating cock rings!”
Trent takes his and turns it on for the camera as a wall of text in the chat catches my eye. The username causes my adrenalin to spike uncomfortably:FillUMore, but before I can read more than a few words of the text, it’s gone under the onslaught of the rest of the comments. The moderators for our chat will block that person if their wall of text is as bad as I think it was.
I’m distracted by that uncomfortable feeling for a minute while Trent talks to the camera about the sounding rods he bought. I didn’t realize he was quite that adventurous, but he gives our viewers a small anecdote about an event he went to a few months ago where one of the couples showed everyone how to play with sounds.
