Genuinely surprised, I let that feeling replace the discomfort and take the sounds to examine them more closely. “I didn’t realize you were into group sex.”
Trent shrugs. “It was a unique enough invite that I joined, but I’m more ambivalent about it than into it. If you wanted to go, I’d take you, but it’s not something I can’t live without.”
A smile grows on my lips at his offer. “You’d take me to an orgy?”
Trent pauses for a moment, genuinely thinking about it before laughing at himself. “Actually, no, I don’t think I would. I love you, man, but I don’t think I want to watch you fuck someone else.”
“What if I was the one who wanted to get fucked?” I immediately regret asking that question, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment about it.
Trent shoots me a wicked grin. “If that’s what you wanted, I’m sure our subs would love to watch me fuck you.”
I press my hands to my cheeks to cool the flush burning there. “I’ll let you know if I ever want your cock in my ass. Maybe I’ll start with the plugs and see how I feel after that.”
The chat goes completely crazy for a few minutes, and Trent and I take some time to read the comments. The TL;DR ends up being: everyone wants us to fuck.
“We’re not fucking tonight, kids,” Trent reminds them with a shake of his head. “I seem to remember this channel’s ‘About’ section mentioning two straight friends just fucking around for extra cash. I remember writing that. Magnus, did you changeour ‘About’ section? Are we now gay lovers and I wasn’t informed?”
After the orgasms we shared earlier, it takes me a minute to come up with a reasonable response that isn’t a complete fabrication. “I think we’ve established that I might be bisexual, but no, I haven’t changed the ‘About’ section. What the fuck is this?” I ask, pulling out the long cock sleeve that Trent found for us to share tonight.
Trent takes it out of my hand and jiggles the jelly-filled thing. It’s as uncomfortable to hold as he explained it would be, and I’m not upset about giving it over. “This is a masturbation sleeve I wanted to try. I used to have one, but you know how things get worn out.”
This is the part where we try to get the chat to pick this one, only I’m struggling to remember why we decided to go with this rather than just playing with one of the cock rings or butt plugs. We could have chosen anything that didn’t include touching our dicks together. I’m not opposed, but maybe I was rushing this. Maybe we shouldn’t touch dicks tonight. Why am I suddenly nervous?
“Magnus?”
My name on Trent’s lips startles me and brings me out of the spiral of thoughts in my head.
“Data. I was thinking about the data,” I explain. “Though I didn’t get far into it. That looks fun. Did you get two of them?”
That’s my line, and I deliver it less enthusiastically than I meant to.
Trent reaches out and grabs my shoulder, pulling all my attention back to his intense gray eyes. “Hey man, you ok?”
I shake my head at myself, remembering who is right in front of me. Of course I’m ok; this isTrent. He checks in on consent regularly, and he would never be upset with me if I didn’t want to touch his dick. Although, as the thought passes by, I recallhow amazing his hand felt on mine, and looking at the toy in his hand, my doubts about doing this fizzle away.
“I’m good. I just thought I saw someone familiar in the chat, and it distracted me, but I’m fine now, and I really do want to know if you bought two of those, because it does look like a fun way to masturbate.”
Trent’s protectiveness becomes obvious from one moment to the next. I’m sure it’s because my voice trembles when I speak, even though I’m actively trying to hide all the unfamiliar feelings happening in me right now.
His head snaps to the chat, and a scowl forms on his face. “Did someone violate the rules? This is a safe space for everyone, including us. You all can be as sexy and fun as you want to be, but homophobia, racism, sexism, body-shaming, and anything else that might make us or you feel unsafe isn’t ok and never will be.”
Immediately the chat rolls with answers.
Some dude got creepy.
He’s gone.
Mods took him out.
He was talking about tying Magnus up.
INCEL!
Trent smirks at the camera. “We have mods?”
I laugh at that and nod. “Of course. I got volunteers from the sociology department to monitor the chat.”
Trent barks out a laugh. “How the fuck did you get approval from the university to do that?”
