Edge yourself!
There are about fifteen comments just like that all in a row.
I push my boxers off and sit with my dick in my hand, slowly running my hand up and down, using light pressure just to tease me as I set the scene. “Is this like sexting, but aloud? You don’t get to hate me if I’m bad at it, ok? Just go with it. We’ll have fun and get off.
“Magnus is lithe, isn’t he? He likes it when I make him get on his knees, and he enjoys it when I shoot off on him. I don’t mind the view. It’s a powerful feeling when your friend trusts you like that. He’s gorgeous on his knees, too.
“When he comes into my room, he never knocks, and this time he finds me naked, pulling on my cock because I’m horny. Hornier than I’ve been since I first figured out what my dick was meant to do. He’s surprised by my state, but he’s seen me naked a hundred times; we’ve masturbated together. My cock doesn’t faze him, and he doesn’t leave even though he’s interrupting.
“He stands in the doorway watching, but I think he’d enjoy something else a bit more. I like having my hands on him. I learned that during spring break when I gave him a handy and learned the powerful feeling that accompanies watching him shoot off because I made him do it.
“I sit up–shit–” I reach over to grab a handful of lube and bring it back to my dick. I need a smoother slide for this. Things are getting intense and the precum leaking out of me isn’t enough anymore. “Shit. I sit up, staring at him. ‘Strip,’ I order him, and he immediately complies, because that’s Magnus, isn’t it? He’d do anything for me.
“As soon as his clothes hit the floor, I pat my thigh. ‘Give me your ass.’ I want it more than I thought I would. Magnusjumps to me, crawling in that clumsy way of his over my lap and giving me that ass like I already own it. Maybe I do. Who knows? Magnus doesn’t really know his own heart sometimes, you know? He might realize he wants me, but he’s not going to know why until I tell him. I’m not going to tell him today. Today I just want his ass.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to take his ass with my cock. I mean, probably, maybe someday. I’m just not there yet. Right now, a finger? That I can do.
“I cover my fingers with lube and stroke one over his hole. He shudders, because he’s going to love this. His ass is probably sensitive—he goes off like a rocket every time we shoot together. I bet I can get him off without touching his dick.”
I stroke myself several times, imagining it. “Yeah, I bet he’d like that, don’t you? I bet he’s going to love having his ass played with.”
The door to my room slams open, and Magnus stands there, flushed like he’s been running.
My eyes widen in surprise as he starts stripping out of the suit he left the dorm in an hour ago.
“Magnus?”
The notification on the comments go wild as I stare at my boyfriend as he pulls off his clothes. “If you’re going to talk about doing something so perverse, I think I should get to be a part of it, don’t you?”
I can’t help smiling as he drops his pants revealing his cock standing straight up to his belly button. “You want me to finger you for the first time live?” I indicate the camera. “They’d probably love to see this fantasy come to life.”
Magnus replies by scrambling onto my bed, laying himself on my thighs, and putting his ass right there for me to play with. “Finger me, Trent. I want your fingers.”
“Did you really leave your thing to come get your ass stretched?” I laugh, rubbing my hand over the plump globes in my lap.
“As soon as you started the live stream, I put an ear bud in and left the stream going in my pocket. I was out of there as soon as you started talking about a fantasy about fingering me. Like I would skip out on a new experience. Pfft. You know me better than that.”
God, he’s adorable. “I love you so fucking much,” I laugh, then look at the camera, because they should know, “I tell him that all the time because he didn’t know that friends could say that to each other when we met. Don't get your trousers in a twist because I just confessed my love. Magnus has known since week three that I love him.”
Magnus wiggles his ass at me. “More fingering, less justifying our friendship. Come on. I ditched a fundraiser for this.”
“Did you invite your rich friends to watch me do this?” I ask, almost sure he probably did.
“Of course. I want them to see how hard I’ll work for their attention and money. They know what I’m after.”
“Jesus, Magnus,” I grunt, shaking my head and smacking his ass.
Magnus freezes and then twitches, and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Do that again, Trent.”
I look at the camera. “This is not part of the fantasy, but…”
I smack his ass again.
Magnus gasps, so I do it again. I’m not sure how we got to spankings, but this is something like French vanilla in the kink arena, so I’m not going to worry too much about alienating any of our vanilla subs.
I smack him twice more and he moans. “Harder, Trent. I think I need it harder.”
I glance at the camera before hitting him a bit harder. It sort of stings my hand, so I hope that’s as hard as he wants it.
