Trent’s body tenses and he shudders too, and the inside of the sleeve floods with our cum, filling the room with a raunchy squelch. Sensitivity forces me to pull out of the toy, breathing hard and ready to collapse.
“Fuck, that was better than the one earlier,” I choke out, giving up on standing and letting myself fall to my knees.
Trent drops the toy but continues to massage his shaft, chuckling down at me. “You’re in the o-zone, dude. I’ve got another one coming.”
I widen my eyes at him, surprised that he isn’t as rung out as I am, but I simply smile up at him. “I hear it’s good for the skin,” I tease.
Trent’s eyes darken with lust and within a few seconds he shoots off again, hitting me in the face with his second load. I take every pulse of cum and when he’s finally done, he too collapses to his knees, laughing through a panting breath at the mess he’s made of me.
I remember that we’re still live, and make a show of tasting his cum. I don’t have to make up the disgusted reaction that causes me to gag. “Nope. That’s still gross. Sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever become a cum slut.”
Trent laughs and offers me a wet wipe. “Not everyone is meant for greatness,” he teases, and that makes me laugh harder than I have in a long while.
Chapter 17
Trent
“I don’t thinkanyone is ever prepared for the high of succeeding.” I’m alone in my bedroom, but I’m actually doing a mini-live through one of my social media accounts while Magnus is out doing Magnus things. I watch the comments as I’m talking, but there’s only about a hundred people watching right now. That’s a hundred more than I expected for an impromptu live on a platform where I have to survive on my own merit without Magnus.
“When Magnus first proposed his little experiment, I thought he was completely nuts. My first thought when he brought me the proposal he’d written up was how the eff I was going to be able to get turned on and go off with another man in the room. I even told him it was a fatal flaw in his strategy of making corn together.” Can’t have any of the internet autobots shutting me down for indecency, hence the sleight of hand with my wording. “That bastard had already made up a whole page explaining heteroflexibility for me. I went into this thing genuinely prepared to fail.”
The comments get encouraging about not being down on myself, but they’re misinterpreting me.
“I’m not saying we couldn’t succeed; I just know we’re new and small fish in a vast ocean of possibilities. I didn’t see how we could make enough of a splash to get noticed when everyone is splashing as hard as they can, you know? So I genuinely wasn’t prepared for success. I thought I would be the problem, and when it turned out I wasn’t, I thought just being new and one in a million possibilities would keep us from seeing any sort of success. But here we are coming up on spring break, and we have almost ten thousand subscribers. It’s insane. On one platform we have a video with over three million views. That’s potentially three million people who’ve seen me in my birthday suit, who’ve seen my O-face.”
I stop and chuckle. “We did that photoshoot together.” I whisper the next words as an aside. “It was an erotic session.”
The comments of course blow up, excited to see the merch when we get it ready.
“Yes, yes. Magnus has already done all the research into how to print and ship erotic photography. Trust me, you will be able to buy a poster of my drooling peen at some point in the next couple of months, I promise. Anyway, we did that photoshoot, and I was told by someone I had never met before the photoshoot that my o-face is not worth photographing.”
I chuckle at how blunt Sasha was about that. “Magnus’s, though, is magnificent, according to our photographer, and I've also seen it with my own eyes. He does look completely blissed out when he comes, doesn’t he?”
I’m not intentionally leading them on today, but part of the script is that we talk about each other like we’re crushing on each other when we’re not together. Not that I have to pretend that. I’ve already come to the conclusion that I have a small crush on my best friend. Fortunately, I’m good at focusing on other things. Magnus and I are solid friends, and my tiny little crush isjust a by-product of having my sex life focused on him and what we’re doing together.
I chuckle at myself, shaking my head. “Sometimes that man gets under my skin, you know? He genuinely is gorgeous when he comes, and sometimes it gets stuck in my head that I’m not supposed to know what he looks like when that happens.”
The comments explode again with a lot of encouragement to keep looking, to be myself, to follow my heart, etc.…
“Follow my heart,” I mutter, reading that again. “My heart doesn’t know where it’s going or what it’s doing. It gets tangled up in the weirdest things. If I followed my heart I would end up on some yellow brick road running into lost people and trying to help them find their way home without even knowing where I am. Ugh—Magnus and I watchedThe Wizard of Ozthe other day because he’d never seen it before. His parents sent him off to college when he was fourteen and failed to educate the man! Who doesn’t know whatThe Wizard of Ozis? Even people who’ve never seen the movie know what it is at least.”
User56983234:We did our best, but if we’d known you would come into his life we would have chosen a different college.
That comment catches my attention, and it keeps it long enough for me to decide it’s probably a troll.
“Anyway, I’ve got to get back to studying. I’m going to leave the live going for about an hour while I do that, and then I’ll be shutting it off. Feel free to study with me. It’s nice to not feel alone, right?”
I watch the comments for a moment, but everyone stays kind and supportive (and thirsty), so I pull out my textbook and open the chapter I need to read today. I keep notes on paper rather than highlighting the text so I can sell my books to someone taking the class next semester. I try to get as much as possible for them since I buy new. So far, I’ve been able to undercut thecampus bookstore every semester and still get back more than I would have if I resold to them.
I guess I won’t have to do that this semester if I don’t want to. Magnus and I will be able to go house hunting by the end of next month, which means we won’t have to rent a temporary place. We’re already making more money than I ever expected, more than even he expected. As much of a genius as he is, I don’t think he expected we’d get the attention we have.
And here I am thinking about Magnus again instead of studying. I’m not going to fail his class, but it might be a close thing. Whoever thought I would be distracted by my best friend? I’m an idiot.
He admitted that he might be bi, and here I am thinking about him like we should give this a real chance at romance. It’s dumb to mix business and dating. Magnus and I are making this work because we have a business goal, we have a script and a plan, and we’re working toward our mutual goals. What would happen if we decided to date for real and then it turned sour?
Nothing good, that’s for fucking sure. Right now, we have everything we need to make it through my last semester of undergraduate school and the next three of graduate school without my incurring any debt to do it. Is a romance with Magnus worth risking that? I already have him in every possible way except dating. I’ve got his body, we already agreed not to seek out other sex partners so we don’t risk STIs, and neither of us really has time for anyone else besides each other and the few friends we hang out with between classes.
Well, I have between-class friends. Magnus has the other faculty. But we have each other, and we have what will develop into a healthy sex-life. Do we really need to “date” when we already sort of are for our subscribers? Every week we go out, and we’re supposed to be making those trips as romantic as possible without actually being on a date.
