I huff a laugh, breathless and full of love for this beautiful man. “Yes. All the time, but I also want your cock in me. We were going to wait, but I don’t want to. I want you to fuck me.”
“Today or another day?” he asks without expectation.
I think about it for a few seconds running through the possibilities. “Today, don’t you think? It will give me tomorrow to recover if I need it. Or we can wait until next Friday.”
Trent tenses for a moment, leans down and pecks my lips, and then replies, “Let’s wait for Friday. I’d like to do a lot more finger stretching before we take that step.”
His caution is cute, unnecessary but cute, and I’m fine with that plan if it makes him more comfortable. “I won’t say no to daily orgasms if that’s part of the stretching plan.”
Trent laughs, rolling to the side and pulling me in for a cuddle. “Yeah, I’ll give you daily Os.”
“Excellent.”
Chapter 36
Trent
So,the stalker has found my school email now. I can’t just change that, so I start a filter that puts all emails that they might send me into a folder labeled “stalker.” Then I forward that email to Magnus and to the detective in charge of our stalker case.
Trent, Trent, Trent. You should have listened to me. That poor boy was shot because you don’t know how to listen. Magnus is mine. Stop. Touching. Him.
I can’t imagine this is anything other than a man. I’m not saying that women don’t have the capacity for this level of entitlement and person-owning shit attitude, but the likelihood of it being a man is so much higher. One hundred to one in favor of it being a man. Not that that helps us narrow down the suspect pool.
I start a live stream on our adult content channel. I’m in our dorm suite, sitting on my bed, and I have my camera set up on a tripod facing me. I’ve already tossed my shirt, but I kept my boxers on because the reveal is always a nice bump in comments for us. Magnus is out at some faculty thing, so it’s just me today.
“Hello, subs,” I greet them warmly after a few minutes of being live. It takes a bit for the notifications to go out and people to join me. The numbers jump fairly quickly, so I start talkingto them. “Magnus is out tonight. He has a faculty meeting. Me? I’m doing this because it’s going to drive him nuts that I’m live and he can’t watch the show. Apparently he watches every video I post. I’m not allowed to watch his, but I didn’t say he couldn’t watch mine, so he does. I’m glad I haven’t been talking shit about him, and it makes me worried that maybe I’m not allowed to see his because he talks shit about mine. Just kidding; I know he doesn’t.”
The comments get very assuring that he’s done nothing but say kind things about me. Apparently they know he thinks I’m hot.
“It’s nice he says good things about me. I’m sure you all saw the disaster of chicken carbonara I made the other day. Burnt chicken was not on my bingo card this week. You know what else wasn’t on my bingo card? Getting an email from our stalker to my school email. What the fuck, guys? It’s not ok to stalk people without their permission. I will say this until I’m blue in the face: consent, consent, consent. Always get consent for everything, friends. Touching, looking, whatever. Ask permission. It’s better to be rejected and have a clean conscience than it is to do something and need to ask forgiveness. Do not be the lesson someone else learns. Don’t be their trauma. Just fucking ask.
“And since you’re here, and I’m live streaming, I assure you, you have my consent to watch me get off, but I do not consent to you all coming after me in real life. I owe you orgasms, not my time and energy while I’m trying to study or am on a date or whatever. I love you all, you all are the best people on the planet, and I appreciate you all respecting my boundaries.”
The comments start pinging with every sentiment from returning the love to anger about other people not respecting my boundaries to thanks.
They really are a wonderful bunch.
A few of them get a little huffy about being chastised when they’re here for the cock, but the rest of the community helps keep them cool, and the mods who’ve volunteered their time also give them warnings. We keep this place chill, and I’m glad for it, even if we are having trouble with the stalker getting into our private communications. They probably know us in real life to have access to all our contact info. Magnus has our shit as locked down as possible, and he isn’t bad at that.
“Alright, alright, enough with the downer shit. Let’s get to the good stuff. I need a good fantasy to put myself in. I hear that Magnus has been putting me in his fantasies, so I think turnabout is fair play, right? He’s going to be so mad he missed this,” I laugh as the comments blow up with suggestions.
Magnus as your kitty slave.
Magnus giving you his ass for the first time.
Magnus sucks you off while we watch.
What if you were fucking him during a live show with us? I’d love to watch you fuck him live.
Alternatively: Magnus fucking Trent. I bet our boy loves a dick in his ass.
“I’ve had a girl peg me. I can’t say it’s something I want again, but a real dick probably isn’t as awful as unfeeling silicone.”
The comments continue with suggestions, but I’m already thinking of Magnus’s ass. “What if I’m fingering him while I get myself off? I think I could do that in my head.” I could do a lot more than that, but fingering Magnus is an existential experience worth beating off to.
The comments talk about it and agree to hear me out. There are some protests that I could do better, but I’ll give them a fantasy they’ll love. I mean, I’m talking from experience, aren’t I?
I rub my cock and smirk at the camera. “I’m already hard, so this is going to be easy… Well, unless I make it hard. You know I love a hard earned orgasm.”
