“I figured begging forgiveness and having the students sign consent forms would be good enough. All the mods know and consent to the sexually explicit nature of this live stream, they understand that I will be displaying my penis for the viewing pleasure of our subscribers, and I also showed them how to monitor the chat without watching the live stream. They havethe option to not listen or watch.” I might be flexible with the rules of the university, but I’m also not going to test the limits. “And they’re all grad students.”
A wave of hellos into the chat from the grad students monitoring it scrolls by. I have seven of them, and I hope that’s enough. I wave to the camera. “Hello, moderators! Thank you for taking your time to be with us for this.”
Trent also waves. “Genuinely, we appreciate you keeping this space safe for our viewers and us.”
“Should we stop teasing these people? They came here for a show,” I remind us both, pointing to the masturbator.
Trent jiggles it again. “Unfortunately, I was only thinking of myself when I got this, so no, I didn’t get you one.”
The chat immediately lights up with requests for us to share.
I laugh. “They seem to think it’s big enough to share.”
Trent looks at the camera. “You can only pick one thing, and we are not using the advanced toys tonight. You want us to use the sleeve?”
The chat lights up again, and mostly it’s people who want to see us touching dicks, but a few people request the other items. Many of them want us to use the cock rings and the sleeve.
“We might pair the cock rings with the sleeve for another event, but this is our first one, so we’ll just do the sleeve,” Trent tells them, then looks at me.
We’re both shirtless and wearing shorts with nothing under them, so when he stands, I follow suit, and we drop our shorts. Thankfully, we’re both more than a little chubbed up, and it takes only a few strokes to get me hard enough to play.
I give the camera an awkward look. “His dick is thicker than mine. I’m not sure sharing the sleeve is possible.”
Trent huffs a laugh and steps in close. “My dude, trust me, you’re not that much smaller than me. You ever tried one of these before?”
I shake my head, and let myself forget that we’re live right now. The best part of our schtick is that we’re supposed to forget we have an audience. Our audience is supposed to feel not only like voyeurs, but like they’re watching a romance unfold, like we’ve forgotten about them.
“Like I said, itlooksfun.”
Trent drips a little lube into the tube and then gives me a crooked smirk and drips some on my cock. “You’re going to love it. I can’t say it’s better than a real person, but once it warms up, it’s really nice.”
I rub the lube over my cock and watch as he fits the sleeve over his, pumping it a few times. His abs contract as he does and his breath hisses out of him. He looks just like he did earlier, and he’s beautiful. I’ve known he was objectively handsome, and I’ve been using his cock as a filter for my fantasies, but in this moment, it hits me how real and beautiful he truly is.
“You look amazing like that,” I tell him without filtering, because he deserves to hear compliments about himself from me.
He shoots me another, softer smile and steps closer. “Put your dick in that end. Is it ok if I use this on you? I can’t promise it won’t slip and you’ll get my hand.”
“I don’t mind if you do slip, and yes, I consent to you using your toy on me,” I confirm—of course Trent is going to check for consent. He’ll probably do it again a couple of times.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he whispers as I fit my cock into the sleeve.
Our dicks meet halfway through the sleeve’s tunnel, and a shiver overtakes me at the sensation of the sleeve and the sight of it around us. “Fuck,” I rasp.
“Oh yeah,” Trent rumbles then starts moving the sleeve back and forth between our cocks.
My knees weaken as my arousal builds and pulses through me. Long minutes go by as I try to stay upright, but eventually I need support and I grab Trent’s shoulder, using him to stabilize myself as I cuss about how very good it feels.
“You ok?” he checks in, lifting his gaze from where we’re both riveted on his hand and our cocks.
I blink up at him. “If you stop, I will lace your shampoo with hot sauce and menthol,” I warn him almost seriously.
He chuckles and speeds up, turning his gaze back down to where we’re connected via the toy. Somehow the toy catches on my foreskin and pulls it over the head of his cock. We both hiss in unison and his hips buck forward, burying his head in next to mine inside my foreskin.
“Shit, what’s that called?” he demands, forcing us to do it again.
I gasp at the sensation of it, scrambling in my head for the answer. It was on the schedule. Not for today but, “Fuck! Docking. That’s docking,” I hiss. “I’m going to come.”
The warning is barely out of my mouth before my orgasm explodes out of me.
